The moment a breathy protest escaped the girl's throat, Shen Yuan's hand slid down again, gently taking hold of her soft palm.
The sound of Shen Yuan's Adam's apple bobbing was clearly audible in the darkness.
The next second, he felt Li Zhi's palm slip back half an inch through his fingers. Her neatly trimmed, rounded nails scraped lightly across his lifeline, like the trailing tail of a meteor streaking across the night sky.
Before Li Zhi could succeed, she felt the pressure on her hand increase.
For some reason, Li Zhi suddenly stopped struggling. But in the next instant, she felt Shen Yuan's fingers give a slight squeeze.
"Don't…"
The broken, breathy sound was drowned in their mingled breaths before it could even fully form.
Li Zhi's tense knuckles suddenly relaxed, allowing Shen Yuan's fingers to slide between hers.
"It's just… for the bet…"
Li Zhi's voice sounded softly in the darkness.
"Mm,"
Shen Yuan replied, his fingers gently closing around Li Zhi's hand.
