C1845 The Woman in the Elevator

The elevator began its ascent, and a blush crept onto Chu Qing's usually composed face, betraying his calm demeanor.

A delicate fragrance wafted through the elevator, tantalizing scents that tickled Chu Qing's senses; behind him, several pairs of eyes bore into his back. If earlier it felt like a thorn was pricking him, now he was akin to a hedgehog