Then, the curled-up figure began to slowly turn.
She finally turned over.
The blush on Li Zhi's cheeks hadn't faded, and she still wouldn't fully lift her head to meet his gaze.
But she was no longer facing away from him.
Her slender frame lay on its side, her face nearly touching his. Her warmth seeped through the thin fabric of their clothes.
With a hint of hesitation, her fingertips crept forward, carefully clutching the edge of Shen Yuan's sweater as if grasping for an anchor.
"...Asshole..."
The word escaped her lips, muffled and much softer than before, yet it still carried a trace of stubbornness.
Yet, her grip on his clothes tightened, a silent testament to the conflicted feelings of dependence in her heart.
A flicker of emotion crossed Shen Yuan's eyes.
He looked at the face so close to his, sensing her pliant posture and the small gesture of her hand clutching his clothes.
He knew exactly what he had to do next.
