Far from dodging, the young man caught Li Zhi's poking finger. His own long, strong fingers slid between hers, interlocking them tightly.
The warmth of his palm held an undeniable strength, pressing her hand firmly against his heart.
"Li Bao…"
Shen Yuan lowered his head, his searing gaze practically glued to her face. A smirk, both knowing and teasing, spread across his lips. His voice was low, hoarse, and mischievous. "Why poke so hard? Feeling guilty?"
Li Zhi glared at him. "Guilty my ass!"
"Shhh—"
Shen Yuan pressed a finger lightly to her lips, cutting her off. He then leaned in, close to her flushed ear, his every word a jolt of electricity straight to her brain.
"Who's the one with the dirty mind? I think it's that pretty little head of yours that's stuffed with dirty thoughts, isn't it?"
