She would never allow it.
Three months was not a long time, especially if it meant a complete break. It should be worth it for her, unless she feared falling for him again. Yet if a mere three months could send her tumbling back in—
Then she would truly be a coward in the world of emotions.
She had come this far, and she would not allow herself to be so weak.
"Fine," the clean glass reflected the faint outline of two people embracing each other, not clearly seen, but her voice was much clearer than the reflection, "Three months, I agree to it."
A low laugh spilled from the man's throat, right next to her ear, followed by the warmth of his breath and the softness of his lips.
This barely-there closeness, more shiver-inducing than certain degrees of intimacy, made Wen Yi's body tense, her breathing unsteady as she said, "Work's over, let's go have dinner."
