His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, a triumphant little smile playing on his lips as the fingers gripping her slender foot deliberately loosened their hold.
"A handshake, or a foot-hold."
Li Zhi's pupils contracted to pinpricks. The cowlick sticking out from her damp hair trembled violently as she tilted her head.
Faced with the familiar question, Li Zhi snapped, "The bet is over!"
A flush crept from the tips of her ears to the corners of her eyes, making her lashes look like rain-drenched petals.
While she craned her neck to glare at him, her toes, hidden beneath her pajama pants, unconsciously dug into the carpet, carving several small trenches into its plush surface.
Shen Yuan nodded. "I know. But your foot is in my hand."
