About me forcibly kissing the elevator guy

Life forces me to be patient.

Although it is shameful to be ashamed, he is a good person anyway.

After all, he was the one who was kissed, and I didn't suffer much.

It's just that the first kiss was a little unclear.

The camera couldn't capture what happened next because I was dragged out of the elevator.

That must have been to walk me home, drag me to bed, and pour me a glass of water.

A considerate and handsome elite man...

I can't think about it, it's strange to think about it.

This aunt usually has nothing to do, and every time I see her, she is either chatting with this or that.

I took a deep breath.

It is estimated that the news has spread throughout the community.

I thought of the proprietress at the door, and thought it might be more than the whole community.

I thought of the title for her.

It's called "The Household Owner on the 9th Floor of Unit 19, Unit [-] Forcibly Kissed the [-]th Floor Household in the Elevator".

Maybe even more explosive.

"After Kissing Someone Forcibly, I Was Dragged Home Like This, That, That, That"

I was taken aback by my own thoughts.

I didn't pay much attention when I took a shower, so it didn't leave any traces somewhere.

It doesn't hurt either.

Am I...

the one above?

This upended my perception of myself.

But I think it's not a good thing when I'm thinking about who I'm going to be with this elite guy.

Although I know that I am born with a bent mosquito coil, I will not stick it when I see one.

What's more, I haven't even seen the high-definition version of the face.

This heartbeat is a bit wronged.

I silently took out my card and swiped the elevator.

Watching the door slowly close, I wish I could close it together with my shame.

The door opened again, and someone was about to get on the elevator.

My thought of trying to close my shame was interrupted again.

I automatically took a step back and shrank into a corner.

This seems to be the same corner where I was lying in the corner last night.

I moved to the left, trying to get out of my shadow.

This kind of office worker should not have time to listen to gossip.

I relaxed a little.

I met a pair of deep eyes.

Even if the man's suit has changed, I can still recognize him.

It's the guy in the video.

After all, I moved here to live in this building on the first day, so it is more or less familiar.

I don't know when this elite man moved here.

Can you dig a hole in the elevator?

Or go back in time and I'll get on the elevator later?

I hope that his nobleman will forget things more and forget all about me.

If it is not illegal to beat someone, I can beat him with selective amnesia with a stick now.

Don't give him a choice, let me choose.

When I thought about that question, I still opened my mouth.

Although this question made me feel hot.

"Is your back sore?"

The elite man took out his card, and I watched the number 19 light up.

He ignored me.

I will continue to work hard.

"Do you have any discomfort, such as..."

OK, I can't ask anymore.

I am too pure.

I failed.

I could feel the embarrassment soaring, and I could feel my face burning.

I lowered my head and reached out to cool myself down.

In fact, the front is all a cover.

The real reason is that this guy is really handsome.

It made me blush.

My legs are a little weak.

You say that if he doesn't answer, he won't answer, and why he is still staring at me.

Fortunately, I didn't buy too high a house when I bought it. Considering the fire escape, I had to run to the [-]th floor, which was tiring.

On the 9th floor, neither high nor short, the ladder can be saved, jumping off the building...may still fall to death.

I started to think about whether it was the time to buy a high floor.

The elevator dinged like a savior.

But there was another problem.

This man, he blocked the door!

He didn't get out of the way!

I have to talk to him about etiquette.

This elevator can't block the door, if you live high, you have to stand inside.

I coughed and cheered myself up.

I have done a lot of preaching in meetings.

The group of people who deserted at work and reported mistakes would be so speechless that they couldn't lift their heads.

So I spoke uprightly.

"Look, sir, he's here~ Can you make room for a little while?"

I'm going to throw myself off the 9th floor.

Don't bury me.

He seemed to be smiling.

It may also be that I have the desire to die and have hallucinations.

"Drunk again?"

I made quick mental notes.

Good-looking, successful in career, long-legged, caring, kind-hearted, and a mother...with a great voice.

The elevator door closed again and ran towards the 19th floor.

I stuttered.

"Yes, a little bit."