The man's arm reached over Jiayu's head, pulled out the book, straightened it, and put it back.
Mu Ke did this out of sheer compulsion; his things had to be neatly arranged. As he straightened the book and his hand rested on the shelf, his gaze shifted slightly, noticing Jiayu's flushed cheeks, and he finally became aware that something was off.
He was much taller than Jiayu, and their bodies were quite close. Jiayu had just turned around, so she was now facing him. His hands were on the bookshelf, effectively trapping Jiayu in the narrow space between him and the bookshelf.
This posture was undeniably intimate.
Jiayu's cheeks were flushed, and Mu Ke could feel the hormones running wildly inside him.
He looked down at the top of the woman's head in his arms, her hair was jet-black and smooth, though a few fine, soft strands were rebelliously messy.
Mu Ke's Adam's apple moved up and down as he lightly swallowed.
