The moment the door shut, Jian Anning's legs gave out, nearly causing her to fall to the ground!
The recent escape and evasion had drained a great deal of her energy, and as she relaxed, she felt utterly weak, almost collapsing.
A strong hand gently landed on hers, helping her up—it was Yu Zexiao.
Yu Zexiao's hands, perhaps because of playing the piano, were long and slender, with warm and soft fingertips that resembled the paws of kittens or puppies, sporting adorable pads. His palm was slightly moist with complex, entangled lines, which, when they brushed against her fingertips, sent little sparks of electricity through her.
Her heart skipped, she looked up, and sure enough, she saw Yu Zexiao with a furrowed brow, quickly withdrawing his hand and slipping it - into his pocket, his face one of displeasure.
