He held her hand as if afraid to startle her, very carefully.
He waited for a while, and seeing that she didn't flinch, he gradually increased the pressure, yet, fearing he might hurt her, he involuntarily relaxed his grip a bit.
His fingertips were slightly cool, but the temperature in his palm was surprisingly high, so hot that it set her whole body aflame.
The room was quiet, and Lu Jingyan, who had been fidgeting in bed just moments ago, was now hidden under the covers, eyes closed without moving.
In the darkness, her hearing became exceptionally sharp.
She could hear the sound of his fingertips touching the phone screen, his breathing, and the faint friction noise of his clothes when he occasionally shifted his body.
She remained stiff for a long time, only to realize that at some point she had held her breath.
She inhaled as cautiously as a thief, and then her heart started to pound as if it could leap out of her throat the moment she breathed.
