"Hm?"
Shen Yuan blinked. He didn't notice anything unusual, just figured Li Zhi was cursing him out over what happened earlier.
He sat on the edge of the living room sofa, his interlaced fingers pressed against his feverish forehead.
Shen Yuan subconsciously clenched his palm. It felt as if the panicked pulse of the girl's arch was still seared into it.
He remembered the slight itch of her toes digging into his chest through his uniform in the dark. Every time her pearl-like toes curled, it was as if they were branding invisible bite marks onto his collarbone.
The gossamer touch of her stockings surged back through his memory, and as his Adam's apple bobbed heavily, a phantom pain shot through his knee.
Shen Yuan's thoughts returned to what Li Zhi had said when she told him to get out earlier.
A heavy breath escaped his lips, and Shen Yuan couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.
Li Zhi dawdled in her bedroom for over half an hour before finally reemerging.
