Their interlaced fingers were clenched tightly, as if trying to brand each other's warmth and presence into themselves.
Lin Li's fingers were well-defined as they gently but firmly enclosed the other, slimmer and fairer hand. That hand rested obediently within his, its fingertips slightly curled, silently revealing both dependence and nervousness.
Under the faint glow of a watch, even the cleanly trimmed edges of Chen Yuying's nails were visible, tinged with a soft pink.
"I—mmph!"
Once Ding Sihan realized what she was seeing, she instinctively wanted to let out an auntie squeal. But a tenth of a second before her voice completely slipped out of control, she abruptly slapped a hand over her own mouth, forcibly muffling the sound deep in her throat until it became an indistinct whimper.
Only after swallowing the sound did Ding Sihan let go and click her tongue twice in the darkness.
Lin Li moved so fast!
He had just disappeared amid the alarm at the back of the classroom, hadn't he? Had he slipped over to Chen Yuying's side in the blink of an eye?
A complicated expression soon appeared on Ding Sihan's face: the satisfied smile of a shipper who had gotten her fix layered with the bitter, suicidal resentment of Damn you and your happiness. It's hurting the sensitive, insecure, fragile me.
The darkness hid her twisted yet wonderfully expressive face. Whether that was fortunate or not was hard to say.
Chen Yuying lowered her head slightly. Her "secret" had been discovered, and her cheeks were burning so fiercely that she felt tiny sparks crackling beneath her skin.
When a dark figure had suddenly crawled up beside her and a warm hand, without warning, lightly patted the outside of her thigh—partly tentative, partly reckless—she had truly been startled.
Only after that incredibly