Chapter 064: Elevator Scenery

Chapter 064: Elevator Scenery

When Wang Meiling was pushed into the elevator by the crowd, she immediately felt uncomfortable; there were simply too many people. She considered stepping out, but soon realized the entrance was packed, making it impossible to leave. She heard Ye Feng telling everyone not to push, but it seemed ineffective. In China, crowds are ever-present—even in elevators. With no other choice, Wang Meiling resigned herself to being squeezed inside.

She planned to get off at the fourth floor anyway, and Ye Feng was in front, shielding her, so she had little to worry about. Yet gradually, she sensed something was amiss. More and more people pressed in, and soon she found herself wedged into a small corner, with Ye Feng's body close to hers. The masculine scent from him enveloped her, leaving Wang Meiling feeling dazed.

She thought things had settled, but suddenly a few more people forced their way in. Ye Feng, standing before her, was pushed backward; his back collided directly with her chest. Instantly, a tingling sensation coursed through her. Her chest had always been a sacred part of her body, untouched by anyone, not even during the physical exam at the end of senior high school, when she adamantly refused the doctor’s inspection. Now, it was pressed hard by this man's back—how could Wang Meiling not feel both embarrassed and angry?

"I'm—I'm sorry," Ye Feng said sheepishly, seeing Wang Meiling’s face flushed as she lowered her head. An accidental collision was still a collision. Besides, Wang Meiling’s assets were indeed remarkable—soft yet firm, clearly untouched, pure and unspoiled. The thought made Ye Feng's heart burn with desire.

Wang Meiling said nothing, just shook her head. With so many people, Ye Feng hadn’t meant it, she knew. Her cheeks were burning; she couldn’t bring herself to look up at Ye Feng, so she simply gestured.

The elevator seemed to crawl, perhaps because it was overloaded—or maybe because the minds of those inside willed it so. For Wang Meiling, the ride felt interminably slow; for Ye Feng, he wished it would linger even longer.

Finally, the indicator light showed they’d reached the second floor. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, expecting some to get off and free up space. Wang Meiling thought the same, but quickly realized she was mistaken.

As the elevator stopped, those trying to exit barely managed to squeeze out before a new surge of people pressed in from outside. "Hey, buddy, I haven’t gotten out yet!" "What are you doing? Let us out first!" "Exactly, what's the rush?" Complaints erupted from all sides. Eventually, a small path was cleared, and people hurried out. Wang Meiling tried to seize this opportunity, but the passage was quickly blocked again, leaving her trapped.

Suddenly, another wave of the crowd pushed Ye Feng toward her once more. Wang Meiling wanted to dodge, but there was no space. This time, Ye Feng collided with her front. Both of them involuntarily moaned. Ye Feng tried to retreat, but as soon as a spot opened up, it was occupied again, and his original position was lost.

Ye Feng had intended to check on Wang Meiling, but the surge of people sent him forward, his chest pressed against something soft and yielding—so comfortable that he couldn’t help but let out a satisfied sigh.

He glanced down, stunned to find himself in intimate contact with the pure, sweet Wang Meiling. His chest was pressed firmly against her fullness, and he could feel her nervous breathing, the rise and fall of her chest. Fortunately, Ye Feng’s quick reflexes allowed him to brace his hands against the elevator wall; otherwise, his whole body would have been draped over her delicate figure. Now, with their proximity, Ye Feng could truly appreciate Wang Meiling’s innocence—her delicate red lips, high nose, pointed chin, and flawless fair skin all combined in perfect harmony. She was enchanting.

Wang Meiling wore a green dress with a low neckline; a slight glance downward revealed a hint of creamy white, soft flesh, and a generous curve. Their closeness allowed Ye Feng to catch the subtle fragrance of a young maiden, stirring a restless desire within him.

"Mmm!" Whether from the elevator’s movement or Ye Feng’s intent, his body brushed lightly across Wang Meiling’s, sending shivers through her and eliciting another involuntary moan. Hearing her soft sigh aroused Ye Feng even further.

"Pervert!" Wang Meiling spat at Ye Feng, furious that he dared such actions in the elevator, in front of so many people. Did he not realize how uncomfortable this made her?

Seeing her angry expression, Ye Feng refrained from any further mischief. "Sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose; there are just too many people! I don’t know how it happened, but I ended up bumping into you." He chuckled inwardly. Not on purpose? Of course he was—how could he resist such an opportunity?

"Hmph, you dare say!" Wang Meiling glared at him. This scoundrel was always taking advantage of her. But seeing Ye Feng look so penitent and childlike, she couldn’t help but laugh. "Alright, I won’t blame you. But you have to accompany me shopping later!"

"Absolutely, no problem." Not only would he accompany her shopping, but he’d happily join her for a bath or anything else. After all, he was a model young man—helping others was his passion, and serving beauties was his calling.

The two endured another floor together, and finally, when they reached the fourth floor, the crowd in the elevator thinned. Ye Feng slowly moved away from Wang Meiling’s delicate figure, but as he did, Wang Meiling felt a strange sense of loss.

The elevator bell chimed. Wang Meiling breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to be relaxed as she stepped out. She gave Ye Feng one last huff, straightened her dress, and walked into the shopping mall.