The room was utterly silent.
Jiang Qingli's face was pressed against the young man's chest, her hands wrapped unimpeded around his waist. She could clearly feel the smooth texture and warmth of his skin.
The pleasant scent from Yuan Shimo's body, mixed with a hint of bitter medicine and the inky fragrance of the room's books, created a unique aroma that enveloped Jiang Qingli's senses.
The skin her lips were pressed against tightened like a taut string.
Jiang Qingli's face grew hot. She spoke awkwardly, "Um... if I said I didn't mean to take advantage of you, would you believe me...?"
As she spoke, she started to pull back.
But just as she moved, the young man she was holding suddenly raised a hand, pressed it to the back of her head, and pulled her toward him.
At the same time, a slight weight settled on top of her head.
Yuan Shimo rested his chin on the crown of her head, bending slightly to wrap his arms around her.
