摸到了,她的手.
Miss Zhou's eyelashes fluttered once, and she stood there dumbfounded, letting the cellphone in her palm slide away.
"Bang."
The phone hit the edge of the glass coffee table, and the screen cracked instantly.
Her expression and movements froze. Her speed and agility far exceeded that of normal people by dozens of times. For her, dropping the phone was a significant accident.
"Zhou Xufang."
She looked up, still a bit dazed: "Huh?"
Jiang Zhi, who was much taller than her, was looking down at her: "The phone screen broke again."
His voice was tense, his forehead was sweaty, and a thin pink flush slowly appeared around his eyes as he stared at her intensely.
No wonder people on set said that Jiang Zhi's eyes could captivate souls.
Zhou Xufang herself noticed that her reactions seemed to slow down significantly at this moment, and her expression became more wooden and dull.
