Fearing that it would not stick on properly, Lin Wei decided to press it down a bit more with her fingertip. Jiang Su thought she was done applying the adhesive tape, so he instinctively wanted to sit up. As a result, he moved, and her fingertip ended up pressed against his lips.
Jiang Su froze, caught mid-motion between sitting up and not, and looked down at her.
She looked up at him, meeting his gaze with eyes that were as black and shiny as ever.
The room was very quiet. Jiang Su's phone, which he had casually placed on the table to charge, occasionally lit up on the screen.
For an unknowable length of time, the two of them locked eyes. Jiang Su's gaze fell to the hand she had pressed to his lips.
Her hand was delicately boned with slightly cool fingertips. Given her naturally good skin, under the warm light of the study, her hand looked as soft as a freshly peeled egg.
