Be Good

Xiao Mohan's body stiffened, and his breathing became more shallow. Someone was holding his wrist at the time, and his back was pressed against that person's skin. He was not sure if it was the summer heat or something else, but Xiao Mohan felt like his entire body was on fire. That someone was hugging him from behind. It was too vague. He had never felt that close to anyone before.

Xiao Mohan suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and subconsciously desired to escape the other person's clutches.

A voice came from behind at that precise moment. It was intentionally low and light, with a hint of helplessness in the tone. "Be good and stay put."

It was already evening, and the sky was dark. The light could not even enter the stairwell, making it even darker. Nothing was visible clearly.