Sweet Wife in My Arms

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She looked up at the red light that indicated what floor they were at. Fifteenth floor, we're almost there.

She dared not glance in his direction, scratching her hair unconsciously, trying to cover her face with it.

When the elevator reached the thirteenth floor, it shook suddenly and the lights faded to dark.

The elevator was out of order.

Yan Huan stood, stunned, in the dark for a long time.

The food she was carrying fell on the ground with a thump, as if someone had gripped her throat with both hands and her heart was beating wildly.

"Plop, plop....."

Her breathing grew faster and more rapid.

Grasping her hair, her legs turned to jelly and she fell to the ground inside the elevator.

She was afraid of darkness.

She was afraid that the knife, which had come from nowhere, was being stabbed into her back again and again, cruel and merciless, causing her to bleed, causing her pain and fear, and finally her death.

She was trembling and couldn't help but curl into a ball. Her lungs were intaking less and less air, she didn't even realize she had began pulling at her hair, which was falling beside her.

When she was about to breakdown in fear, a bright light suddenly lit up in front of her eyes.

"Are you alright?" A cold and deep voice rang in her ears. In a trance, it was as if there was a gleam in the darkness of her world, and the mobile phone placed on the ground in front of her was a gleaming light.

Yan Huan bit her lips tightly until they bled, she wanted to wake herself up and remind herself that she was not in the previous life. No one would hurt her, and no one would kill her.

But the memories of it had been corrupting her body, her memory, and her senses.

She was afraid of such a closed space, afraid that someone would stab her with a knife from behind. She was afraid of suffering of the flesh and bleeding to death.

"It's okay, it will be fine." The man's voice was as pure as a fresh breeze blowing past her. A hand was placed on top of her head, pulling her hands away which grasped her hair desperately.

"It's okay, something has just gone wrong with the elevator, it will resume operation in a short while." He continued to speak, with his big, warm hand resting on her shoulder from time to time. In the end, he reached out and held the woman who was shivering like a fallen leaf in his arms.

His eyes fell on his own mobile phone, and with his excellent vision, he could see the phone had no signal, so they had to wait.

He narrowed his eyes, he didn't know when someone would realize the elevator was broken as there were only a few residents living here. Because of this, it was quiet, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen to stay. Quiet was nice, but it meant there would be no one to turn to for help when getting into trouble like they were now.

It was nothing to him, he would be fine even if he was trapped in the elevator all day, but the woman in front of him didn't seem alright, apparently she had serious claustrophobia.