Yan Rouxi stiffened the moment she realized what she had done. Her fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his body radiating through the thin material. Her palm rested against his firm chest, feeling the rapid, almost frantic beat of his heart.
Meanwhile, Gu Yixuan stood frozen, his breath catching as the reality of the moment sank in. His Yan Rouxi was holding onto him.
Slowly, his lips curled into a small, amused smile. The usual coldness in his eyes softened, replaced with something unreadable. His hands moved, not hesitant, not teasing, just steady and warm as they settled on her waist.
For a moment, neither of them moved. The night stretched between them, thick with tension, heavy with something unspoken. Yan Rouxi could hear the rhythm of his heartbeat matching her own, feel the strength in the hands that held her. A strange shiver crawled up her spine, unsettling yet exhilarating.
For the first time, she was truly lost.
