Just as Shen Tang approached the bedside, leaning forward as usual, ready to hand him the glass of water.
Xue Yansi's breath subtly stilled, instinctively shifting his gaze away, his throat dryly swallowing, body tensing even tighter, feeling like he was a solid block of stone.
Just from smelling her scent, being so close to her…
All the sensations, temperatures, and fragrances from last night's memories seemed to awaken instantly.
Blood flowed faster, heart pounding heavily and distinctly in his chest.
A familiar, burning tension quietly rose again, carrying a clearer premonition than before, and… a "expectation" that even he found alarming.
He even leaned back slightly, subconsciously trying to create some distance, yet felt like he was tethered by invisible strings, unable to move.
Shen Tang seemed to notice the man's stiff and unnatural reaction, briefly pausing, a thoughtful expression appearing on her face, "What's wrong? Do you feel unwell?"
