Who knew, this time, he actually did lower his hand.
Su Nanzhi opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the familiar cloud pattern embroidery, then looking above it, it was the profile that caught her attention, always those silver strands of hair.
Considering the two always met in dimly lit conditions, Su Nanzhi had long since gotten used to seeing him like that.
However, to see Jiang Yu's features clearly, she needed to get even closer, and that's what Su Nanzhi was in the process of doing—getting closer.
Heaven knows what the gloomy light in the escape room turned into, not even as good as the usual moonlight at home.
The first time Su Nanzhi saw her boyfriend's face, it was natural for her to look carefully.
Jiang Yu tilted his head back slightly, probably out of shyness from his girlfriend's—his concept of a fiancée's—ardor.
How could a woman be so forward—yet he, predictably, liked it very much.
