Who made the first move?（1）

John stiffened as he reached out to push her away, but she clung to him like an octopus with her body trembling and her breathing becoming quick and shallow, accompanied by coughing.

"Calm down," a calm and powerful voice sounded in Jane's ear as she felt her throat being squeezed.

That voice was the warmest presence in her memory.

Instinctively, she hid in his arms, "Brother John, I'm scared."

She had claustrophobia, and this environment was unbearable for her.

In the darkness, John, who was suddenly soft and warm, paused for a moment. He reached out and soothingly stroked the top of the person in his arms, and she took the opportunity to grab his hand and touch his face. She even leaned in to kiss him.

Even though she was so scared, trembling all over, she still kissed him.

She was just too scared, instinctively seeking a feeling that could make her feel at ease. Little did she know that a touch, like lighting a fire, exploded with uncontrollable emotions in the silence.

"Sizzle!" The elevator suddenly dropped, and the feeling of weightlessness was even more terrifying. She screamed, holding onto him tightly, and he took advantage of the darkness to seize her without hesitation.

For a few minutes, everything around them seemed to stop, and only the two of them were entangled in the narrow space, with no one betraying anyone, and no one more cold and ruthless than the other.

It was just pure sensory pleasure, crazy and intense.

At first, Jane was afraid, but later, all of her feelings were firmly controlled by her beloved. She felt herself lacking oxygen, and he gave her oxygen. She felt scared, and he held her tightly.

They were too engrossed that they forgot about time and space.

Therefore, when the elevator was opened by the emergency personnel, Brian and the others were dumbfounded by what they saw inside.

As the first secretary-general, Brian quickly blocked everyone's view and pressed the close button.

The light above the elevator turned on, and the two inside felt the rush of air. Through the closed gap of the elevator, they caught a glimpse of the stunned expressions on everyone's faces.

Jane felt a coolness on her chest and looked down to see that the first button of her silk blouse had been torn off. She quickly covered her chest and crouched down to pick up the button from the floor.

She almost dared not look at John.

Her still-cloudy head couldn't remember who had initiated it just now. The swollen lips and the pain in her chest were all reminding her of the intensity just now.

With a thud, the elevator reached the top floor, and the door opened.

John was the first to step out, feeling no movement behind him. He reached out his arm to stop the elevator door from closing. "Come out," he said.

Jane shrank in embarrassment and slowly moved out of the elevator, keeping her head down and following behind John.

He took out a room card and entered the suite with a beep. It was then that she noticed that they were on the hotel's top floor. She stood at the door, watching John's tall figure and wondering if he wanted to continue.

As if seeing through her thoughts, he sneered, "I'm not that desperate yet."

Her heart sank.

How could she forget how much he despised her? He had watched her being taken advantage of by Gabriel Stone without batting an eye, showing that he didn't care about her.

She stepped into the suite with a sense of relief.

After John closed the door, he hurriedly walked towards the bathroom, and after a moment, the sound of rushing water could be heard from inside.