In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

The man had a strong grip on her hand, and his nose and mouth were covered with a wet towel. He handed one to Grace as they quickly made their way out. There was another passage inside the teahouse where the flames were less intense, allowing the two to pass through.

The fire crackled as it consumed the wood. It was a truly heart-stopping experience.

Grace held onto the wet towel on her face, feeling some relief in her lungs.

"Boss! What are you doing here?"

Other people were also escaping through that passage and were surprised to see the man.

The man scolded them in a hoarse voice, "Hurry and leave!"

There was the sound of hurried footsteps.

Grace hurried down the stairs, keeping an eye on the man's dark silhouette. He was tall and well-built and seemed to be middle-aged.

His voice sounded so familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

She didn't have time to think more about it. All she could think about at that moment was finding a way out of there.

As she descended the last step on the third floor of the teahouse, Grace felt a tremendous sense of relief. She dropped the wet towel and gasped for air.

the staff had used to escape. Everyone was visibly

a pity. It had just been built, and now

who had spoken and gestured toward the man.

you for saving me. May I know

man's eyes were deep and mysterious. Their corners were upturned, making

wet towel over his nose and mouth, avoiding Grace's

thank me. I just happened to see you while I was escaping. I couldn't stand by and

voice was

whether it was coincidental or intentional, thank you. I just heard them calling you "boss". Are you the owner of this teahouse?" "The manager." He glanced at the teahouse and then toward his

place suddenly

it's winter and dry. A guest might

The subordinate fell silent.

teahouse had

gaze remained fixed on the manager, whose hard work had just been reduced

the man had not only remained level-headed, but he

said, "Since I was a child, I've been taught to repay a favor with kindness. Could you please share your contact information so that I may have a chance to repay you?" The manager continued to avoid her gaze. "As

"I insist."

to leave and became a bit anxious. She grabbed his sleeve and pressed him,