Shen Yuan clearly felt her arm slip from his. He looked down, straight into Li Zhi's eyes as she gazed up at him.
The hallway light spilled onto her face, fully revealing the faint blush that still colored her earlobes.
Her eyes, still holding the last traces of a smile, now seemed hazy in the light, like a startled pool of water shimmering with tiny flecks of light.
The two of them stepped out of the elevator. Shen Yuan took an apple from the backpack, then returned the bag to Li Zhi.
Li Zhi placed the backpack and the apple on the cabinet by the door.
Just as Shen Yuan thought their tender moment for the night was over, the girl in front of him suddenly spun around.
An instant later, Shen Yuan instinctively opened his arms.
Almost simultaneously, her slender frame crashed into his embrace.
But almost immediately, Li Zhi felt a distinct obstacle.
It was that damned backpack he was wearing on his chest, now wedged hard and unyielding between their bodies.
