The warmth of the man's palm spread along her wrist, burning and intense.
Song Yi looked into his slightly upturned almond eyes, seemingly intoxicated, with a lazy smile that made her heart flutter. Those eyes were so deep, they seemed to draw her in completely.
She swallowed and just stared into his eyes, unconsciously saying, "Can I?"
Can I become... that beauty by your side?
For the first time, she felt unsure, a bit lacking in confidence.
"Swipe—" The paper in her hand was suddenly snatched away.
Her wrist was also released.
This action of his instantly peeled away her enchanted thoughts, bringing her back to reality.
She only saw him with one hand tucked in his pants pocket and the other holding the report she was about to submit.
