Her heart skipped a beat. The panic that had faded during their playful scuffle came rushing back like ice water, instantly washing away the sweet warmth on her lips.
Her body, which had relaxed slightly from the kiss, suddenly went rigid! Like a fully drawn bowstring, every inch of her muscles tensed in resistance against his unfamiliar touch.
This was especially true when Shen Yuan's palm pressed flat against the smooth, sensitive skin between her taut shoulder blades.
A wave of immense embarrassment, mixed with the panic of having some deeper privacy invaded, shattered all of Li Zhi's forced composure.
She could clearly feel her slender spine arch upwards under Shen Yuan's palm, forming a subtle yet fragile arc, as if instinctively trying to flee his deeper, scorching exploration.
Her toes curled helplessly inside her socks, clenching tight. Her knuckles ached, strained within the tight grip of Shen Yuan's interlaced fingers.
