[The pull of fate × the mutual taming of two strong forces × growth × two-way redemption]
[Cold Genius Girl × Iron-Blooded Soldier Shura]
His hands pinched her waist, and his thumbs rubbed through the sweater - making her spine tingle.
"That's 0.17 Seconds,"
His voice was hoarse and his lips were almost touching her ear, "Did you do this on purpose?"
She didn't answer.
The fingers slid down from his Adam's apple, slowly and unhurriedly, and when they passed the collar, they hooked the first copper button - they didn't untie it, they just hooked it, and their nails lightly scratched the metal edge.
His grip on her waist suddenly tightened.
But she leaned forward half an inch. When the tip of your nose almost brushed the tip of his nose, you stopped and lowered your eyes to look at his lips.
His Adam's apple rolled.
"Let go," she said.
He didn't let go. Instead of letting go, his thumb slipped in from the side of her waist, pressed against the skin, one inch, two inches, and stopped in the depression of her lower back - not moving forward, not retreating, just pressing it.
Her eyelashes trembled.
The carriage was so quiet that only breathing was left. It was 15 degrees below zero, but the car windows were filled with white mist. His knees were still between her legs, and the rough fabric of his military pants rubbed her inner thighs. As long as she moved a little further, her lips would touch his——
He suddenly smiled.
It's very light, as dull as sandpaper on the skin.
"Shen Qingyao." When he called her name, his thumb drew a circle in the hollow of her lower back.
"You touch down."
She didn't move.
He lowered his head, the tip of his nose was touching the tip of hers, and his breath was all on her lips.
She looked at him. Three seconds.
Her hand came to rest on his belt buckle.
No idea. Just ride it. The fingertips seemed to touch the small piece of metal.
His breathing was completely disrupted.
