A sliver of light poured through the narrow window in the hallway.
In the darkness, it pierced the air, passing through the dust and particles in the air, and finally illuminated her lowered eyelids.
She gently closed her eyes, tilted her head back slightly, and leaned toward him.
The man's body stiffened.
He just stared at her face, so close at hand, her delicately refined brows, and felt her breath up close.
...
His body tensed even more, his blood seemed to freeze in that moment.
He clenched his fist, then relaxed it, and finally clenched it tightly again, as if desperately resisting some impulsive emotion.
But at that moment, the woman's slender, fair fingers reached up to the back of his neck, pushing his reason to nearly collapse.
Her fingers continued upward, running through his dark, tidy, short hair.
His scalp tingled, and it seemed the tightly wound string in his mind finally snapped, his rationality completely washed away by a flood.
