Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Shen Shuci watched him nearing, her pupils dilating slightly, their breaths intertwining messily, and she almost instinctively tried to back away, but there was no room left to retreat, her lower back against the workbench. She breathed deeply and instinctively moved forward a bit to avoid the workbench...

With a retreat and an approach, she felt the tip of her nose suddenly heat up.

Dry, burning...

Soft!

She had... brushed against the corner of his lips.

She was dumbfounded, feeling as if she were going insane.

The more hurried and flustered she was, the more mistakes were made.