"What's wrong? Did you forget something?" Shen Yuan asked instinctively.
Li Zhi pivoted in her slippers, turning to face Shen Yuan inside the room.
A trace of post-nap languor lingered in her eyes, now joined by a hint of mischief.
She tilted her head slightly, the curve of her neck stretching into the shadows toward her delicate collarbone. Her gaze fell straight into Shen Yuan's eyes.
The air seemed to freeze in that instant, leaving only the silent, interwoven connection between them.
The moist glimmer in Li Zhi's eyes was like a gently stirred undercurrent in a deep pool, probing straight into the depths of his chest.
Shen Yuan felt his heart skip a beat.
He had absolutely no idea what Li Zhi was about to do.
After a few brief seconds of staring, Li Zhi pursed her lips, and then a soft chuckle broke the silence.
