He grabbed Zhou Sheng's wrist and blocked her in the corner of the stairs. Because get out of class hadn't ended yet, there was almost no one on the stairs, and Su Lishan slowly approached her. The winter down jacket was open, with a fluffy light blue sweater underneath. Zhou Sheng looked at his rising and falling chest, his breathing was a little disordered and rapid, and he never let go of her hand. Zhou Sheng turned his face away, with no intention of breaking away, and no preparation to say anything.
"What do you mean?" Su Lishan lowered his voice, and you could hear his tone was slightly angry. Zhou Sheng didn't answer him, but suddenly wanted to break free from the shackles of his hand, so he exerted a slight force on his wrist, but he didn't expect to be held tighter.
"Zhou Sheng." Su Lishan called her name in a low voice. Zhou Sheng raised his head and met his eyes. His eyes flickered, looking fragile and soft, like a pool of water. Zhou Sheng was startled slightly and looked away, catching a glimpse of the fine beads of sweat on his forehead. Together with his breath, the heat was transferred to her. The uneasiness and emotion floating in the air made Zhou Sheng's ears feel a little hot.