But he thought better of it.
"Alright, then I'll take you home."
Li Zhi nodded gently. "Let's go."
Shen Yuan grunted in agreement and reluctantly let her go, watching as Li Zhi gracefully rose from the bed.
He got up as well, watching her bend over to pick up the long down jacket she had tossed on a chair.
Li Zhi deftly slipped on the down jacket and pulled the cold zipper all the way up to her neck.
With a sharp ZZZIP, the meticulously coordinated outfit underneath—especially those long, breathtakingly sculpted legs encased in thick, black tights—was once again hidden away beneath the bulky shell.
Beneath the lights, Shen Yuan's gaze instinctively followed her legs as they were swallowed by the hem of the heavy down jacket, watching until they disappeared completely beneath the dark fabric.
A sharp, distinct pang of regret shot through him. He even swallowed unconsciously.
