In the cramped elevator, there was only a faint light.
For a moment, Jian Ran felt a warmth from Gu Mochen, women are always grateful for men who drape a coat over them when they are cold.
Her small hand clenched slightly, she murmured in a low voice, "Thank you."
Wrapped in the musk scent of the man's suit jacket, Jian Ran was somewhat anxious and restless.
Moreover, in the enclosed, pitch-dark environment, Gu Mochen was right beside her.
"We... we won't have an accident, will we..."
Tang Bao was still waiting for her at home, and Jian Anguo was waiting for her in prison.
She couldn't let anything happen to her.
Jian Ran's voice trembled slightly, quickly captured by Gu Mochen.
"Would it be so bad to die here with me?"
Jian Ran: "..."
Hearing Gu Mochen mention death, an inexplicable tingling sensation crept over Jian Ran's scalp.
The atmosphere turned a bit colder, especially in the silence, it felt even more somber.