73 【072】Sorry for being late again_1

Attempting to rise from her position, An Yeran pushed off the ground, her hands propped on either side of Lu Xiu. However, the young man's grasp that encircled her waist had no inclination of letting go.

"Xiaoxiu, loosen your grip. I need to get up." An Yeran hinted through her gaze.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Lu Xiu's lips, "Sister," he murmured, "were you attempting to kick my door open just now?"

An Yeran guiltily responded, "I was calling out to you but you didn't respond. I thought something had happened to you in the room."

One hand draped over her waist exerted the slightest force, pressing her to himself, while the other slowly ventured to the back of her head.

As his fingers interlaced within her soft hair, they drew her closer to him.

"Perhaps... I didn't hear," the sound of his deep, magnetic voice echoed by An Yeran's ear.

Within her chest, her heart was pounding fiercely.

An Yeran suddenly felt that there was something off about the atmosphere.