Gong Chen approached her, his slender fingers brushing the edges of the paper, producing a faint sound of pages turning.
Lin Zhiyi couldn't help but swallow hard, pressing her hand down even more firmly.
The next moment, the man's fingertips slid along the paper to caress her hand, slowly clasping it. The warmth of his palm scorched the scar on the back of her hand.
The room's lighting, designed to match the overall aesthetic of the inn, consisted entirely of warm-toned ambient lights.
The only downside was that it was too hazy.
So much so that Lin Zhiyi could barely make out the man's expression, yet there was no way to evade his deep, piercing gaze.
He lowered his head and lightly pecked her lips.
Then he quietly locked eyes with her, his breaths growing increasingly heated.
Lin Zhiyi pressed her lips together, attempting to avoid him, but he kissed her again, this time not allowing any resistance.