The girl's warm breath ghosted across his ear. Her faint, clean scent seemed to detonate at the very tip of his heart.
Shen Tingyu abruptly shot to his feet. The suddenness of his movement startled Cui Lingyao.
"What's wrong?"
Shen Tingyu's Adam's apple bobbed quickly. "...Nothing."
The room was unlit, so Cui Lingyao couldn't see his expression, but she could clearly hear that his usually clear, gentle voice was now tinged with a certain hoarseness.
She was no naive girl. She quickly realized they had just been too close, too... intimate.
A strange silence fell over the room.
Shen Tingyu had never felt so ill at ease.
He turned his head away and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry. I was out of line."
"..." Cui Lingyao was silent.
He hadn't done anything. At most, he'd had some amorous thoughts.
'What on earth is he apologizing for?'
'This man... he seems truly innocent.'
