Qin Shuang "whooshed" away and closed her eyes.
Her fingers were held in his hand, and instinctively, she tried to pull them out, to no avail. Her fingertips were pressed against the button.
Through the thin layer of his shirt, the warmth of his skin easily passed through her fingertips. Qin Shuang couldn't help but slightly tremble, curling them slightly.
He Zhiyao, with his head lowered, saw her turn her face away and raised his hand, attempting to turn her face back towards him. Just as his fingertips were about to touch her face, he stopped.
He sounded slightly displeased, "Where did you go?"
Qin Shuang's mind was still a mess, and she scrambled for an excuse, "I went out to buy a book."
"Hm." He Zhiyao didn't press on and asked her a seemingly random question, "Can't you?"
Qin Shuang was baffled, "What?"
He Zhiyao hooked his finger at the collar of her shirt, "Open your eyes."
