The vacation passed in a flash.
After lunch, having rested well at home, Li Zhi and Shen Yuan met at their doorstep.
Ever since Li Zhi had fled in a panic last night, the two had only communicated through their phones.
Shen Yuan had repeatedly tried to test the waters, asking if he could go over to her place or if she could come over to his. Even when Shen Yuan played the "kitty card," Li Zhi still ignored him.
The beautiful girl pretended not to know anything.
But now, they had no choice but to face each other.
Shen Yuan looked at Li Zhi, suddenly took half a step forward, and slowly but firmly extended his right hand in front of her.
Without a word, his palm faced upward, hovering in mid-air.
Li Zhi's gaze fell on his long fingertips. 'They might still carry the scent of yesterday's pillow.'
Without hesitation, Li Zhi placed her cool hand into his warm palm.
The moment their fingers intertwined, Shen Yuan suddenly tightened his grip.
