She didn't even have time to cry out before her body fell into a warm embrace that carried a familiar scent.
The next second, Shen Yuan moved without warning.
His warm forehead pressed heavily against the side of her neck, burying itself deep.
The young man's breath was scalding hot, rapid and suppressed, fanning entirely over the sensitive patch of skin in the crook of Li Zhi's neck—a spot he had intimately marked before.
A ripple of tiny tremors instantly broke out there, a familiar yet strange tingling sensation spreading up her spine.
Li Zhi froze completely, her heart clenching painfully.
The force of the embrace was less of a hug and more like he was searching for a place to anchor all the tumultuous emotions surging within him.
"Shen Yuan?"
Li Zhi's voice held a slight hint of panic.
Shen Yuan didn't respond, only burying his face more forcefully into her soft, fragrant hair.
