It was the height of summer. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, enveloping the two of them in its scorching heat.
Jiang Qingli averted her gaze, the tips of her ears burning. Her heart, which had just calmed down, began to race again.
His stare was too intense to ignore.
That forbidden feeling crept back into her mind. Jiang Qingli's fingers trembled as she met his eyes.
But his beautiful, jade-green eyes held no trace of flirtation, only a hint of frustration.
The black-haired young man frowned slightly and asked earnestly, "Is the difference between my brother and me that big?"
It seemed he was just comparing himself to his brother out of a sense of competition.
Though the subject of comparison was a bit strange, Jiang Qingli felt a wave of relief for some reason.
She recalled how he had felt to the touch just now.
'Hmm, soft but firm, felt great. The lines were well-defined when flexed...'
