Elizabeth came back to her senses, and then she shook her head quietly.
Her hand was still hanging on Max's neck. Elizabeth seemed to think of something and take her hands back.
Max sensed it immediately. He said coldly, "Hold me."
Elizabeth, "..."
To be honest, Elizabeth didn't want to hold him.
Max probably saw her intentions. When Elizabeth was about to let go, he purposely loosened his hand holding her.
Almost reflexively, Elizabeth tightly hooked Max's neck.
Her wrists were delicate and white. They made a stark contrast to his neck.
After realizing what she had just done, Elizabeth's expression changed.
Feeling the softness of her skin, the corners of Max's lips curled up slightly.
"Hold tight. Don't fall."
Elizabeth did not let go of her hand this time, but she was lost in her thoughts. Occasionally, she raised her eyes to look at Max.