The elevator they were riding was specifically designed for office staff working on higher floors—other employees were generally not permitted to use it unless they were stationed on fixed floor levels. Eighty-Eight electronic books The Qin Building has over eight elevators, so when one malfunctioned, it went unnoticed. In the darkness, Qin Feng asked Luoman, "Little Romantic, are you okay?" "Qin Director," Luoman complained, "Can't you be serious for once? Stop calling me 'Little Romantic'!" She not only held tightly to Qin's waist but also pressed her two prominent peaks firmly against his chest. Indeed, she was quite impressive—full of vitality and bounce—this was Qin's assessment. The female manager carried a subtle scent of perfume—familiar Chanel No. 5. Yet, with his nose so keen he claimed to be sharper than a dog's, he detected a distinct, fresh, maidenly fragrance. For this scent, he had smelled it more than once on previous Mei Hui, and also on Fang Fang, Fang Fei, and her two close friends—though each person carried a slightly different fragrance, he could easily distinguish between them. Recalling what she had said and Fang Fang’s assessment, he immediately realized that the beautiful manager who claimed to have a boyfriend was not only genuine, but also lying. "Hey, does it really matter what we call each other? If you'd like, I can change 'little romance' to 'dear love,' how about that?" he said with a cheeky tone. Luo Man twisted his wrist gently, huffed, "Forget it—don’t want Mei Chairman to misunderstand and start giving me the cold shoulder! Today’s just terrible. I should’ve stayed in the elevator; I actually had to walk several floors just to get here." Qin, the young lord, gave his mouth a dismissive flick. "Do you think I’m any less unlucky? Honestly, before coming here, my car was hit by another vehicle on the way—almost flattened into a pancake." Finally escaped with our lives, we thought we'd come in to settle the nerves—only to run into something like this again. "You're just unlucky," Román said, sounding put out. "Why did you have to drag me along too?" Qin Feng huffed. Now, the two of them had to rely entirely on Old Man Hou Bao. The elevator was pitch black, and their phones had no signal—no way to reach anyone outside. As time passed, Román's fear gradually faded. He loosened his grip and hummed, "Let go of me—I can stand on my own, I don't need help." He looked at her with a thoughtful tone, "Really? Don't you regret it?" "What nonsense! Of course I don't regret it. Even if I fell, it's better than being held like a tofu dish by you!" she retorted. "Tofu?" You're insulting me! I've never been so steady and upright when holding a girl before—how hard is that for me? Just let go and be done with it. Just as Qin Feng released his grip, the floor beneath him suddenly dropped again—this time with a significant plunge, at least a meter downward. Standing near the edge, he quickly pressed himself against the metal wall and managed to avoid falling. In contrast, Romana suffered much more. The drop came so abruptly that she had no time to react, instinctively reaching out with both hands to grasp anything that could steady her. The elevator walls were smooth and bare, offering only Qin Feng—her solitary "pole"—as a point of contact. Having already pulled away, she had to rush toward him before her body fully tipped over. As a result, she landed squarely on him. In her hurried movement, she couldn’t quite wrap her arms around Qin Feng’s waist as she had done before, but instead ended up grabbing his legs, one hand wildly clutching at his crotch. Whoa—Qin Feng drew in a sharp breath, his senses confirming that he had been hit—right in the classic "monkey stealing peaches" fashion. Romana shifted her entire weight onto Qin Feng to prevent herself from falling, including the hand that had snuck away with the peach. Of course, she didn't realize she had already grasped Qin's key vulnerability. Qin Feng quickly grabbed her shoulders, trying to lift her up, but Romana refused, feeling that it would be less advantageous for her. Qin Feng, no longer embarrassed, hurried to say, "Big sister, please let go—my roots are about to be snapped by you... actually, they're already breaking!" "Ah?" Romana suddenly realized the seriousness of the situation, which explained why she had always been puzzled about that object—just a stick with two round things attached. As the young Qin Feng broke free from the beauty's grasp, his owner exhaled in relief. The elegant manager blushed deeply, grateful that the room was dark and dim, which helped ease her embarrassment. Reflecting on the strength of her grip, she asked gently, "Qin Director, are you all right?" "Qin Feng wiped his face with a look of distress: "I'm so sore I can hardly feel anything. How can you say there's nothing wrong? What if my place gets damaged? Then you'd have to take responsibility." "Me responsible? How am I supposed to take responsibility? I didn't even mean to do it!" Lu Man started shifting the blame. "But it was *your* fault—it's definitely your responsibility," Qin insisted, as if he'd stuck to her. "Now I *do* feel something, but it's a sharp, burning pain. Even without any visible injuries, I'm certain I've suffered serious internal trauma. You'll have to ensure my happiness and well-being for the rest of my life! I said I wouldn't let go, yet you insisted I should release me—only to change your mind at the last minute. All the blame lies with you." Lu Man felt completely at a loss. She'd never experienced anything like this. She thought, with the odds already so stacked—could we even make it out alive? Based on the time it took before the elevator malfunctioned, they should now be somewhere around fifteen floors up. If they fell, they'd just end up as two flat pieces Crack... crack... The sound came from above, and both of their hearts, now trembling in their throats, began to race as they prayed silently: Please, don't fall. Crack... crack... The sound grew faster. Roman buried her face in his chest, murmuring incoherently, "To die like this—what a tragedy! If I had known this would happen, I'd have refused the assignment from the start." Qin Feng ignored her murmurs and said, "It seems we're heading toward the afterlife together. Walking side by side won't be lonely. Do you have any unfinished matters? Share them with me." "Will you actually help me fulfill them?" Roman asked, lifting her face. In the darkness, she could clearly see Qin Feng's sharp, defined features. "Or shall I just count myself lucky to be the one who takes the fall?" Kara... hah... A bright light suddenly appeared above the two, instantly clarifying the scene. They were embracing, standing in the corner of the elevator, the woman slightly tilting her head, gazing at the man with tender affection—how intimate it all seemed. "What's going on here?" Mei Hui's voice rang out. The two looked up and realized the elevator had been jammed between two floors, its doors opened from the outside. Mei Hui, Fang Fang, and Hou Bao stood above them, all of them staring at them with unusual expressions.