She was pressed against the door panel by him, his fox eyes lowered, and his breath swept across her lips.
"Afraid?"
Shen Qingci did not hide. She hooked his tie and pulled it down, so close that the tips of their noses were touching, and her voice was as soft as a knife cutting through glass——
"You are so close, do you want to see me tremble, or are you afraid that you won't be able to hold on first?"
Fu Xiuhuai's eyes darkened, he clasped her wrist and pinned it above her head, while his other hand hung half an inch on her waist. Through the thin shirt, the distant temperature is more deadly than touching.
His lips brushed against the shell of her ear, but did not fall.
"Your heartbeat," he chuckled, "is disturbing me."
"Each other." She raised her eyes and smiled.
The two stubborn people are waiting for the other to fall first.
