Both hesitated for a moment, waiting for the other person to speak up, hoping to diffuse the awkward atmosphere around them.
Song Qingchun gripped the edge of her shirt and racked her mind for something to do when she was reminded of the cake.
Su Zhinian stared at the window for a long time, and it eventually came to him that there was still a cake to deal with.
As if planned, both of them pulled their gazes away from the window at the same time and fell on the knife on the marble table. She reached out her left hand while he reached out his right as they both moved in on the knife.
Their hands reached the hilt of the blade at the same time. His fingertip grazed hers, and both felt shocked by that small contact. Then, they retracted their hands at the same time.
Her heart raced even faster like it could jump out her chest any time soon.
His blood boiled even greater, causing his breathing to hasten and deepen.
