Hazel’s hands and feet became soft by his rubbing, like a pool of boneless mud, and she couldn’t move for a while.
Fortunately, the sound of the elevator door moving away again made her refreshing. She pushed him away as the footsteps approached.
Then, hearing a muffled sound, Julian’s back hit the wall.
At the same time, the neighbor on the opposite side walked around the corner, looking at the two in panic and astonishment, as if they were witnessing a domestic violence scene.
Hazel’s heart sighed, and she said she didn’t exert any effort. Seeing the neighbor tilted her head and looked at her with a reproachful look of “what’s the matter with this little girl”, she smiled awkwardly, and pulled Julian’s arm: “Hey, look at you, drinking so much alcohol, can’t you stand still? !”
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