"Zhizhi, I'll teach you." Shi Wei pulled her into his arms.
The curtains swayed with the breeze, stirring a ripple as radiant as water shimmering in sunlight. Moonlight sneaked in softly, and the mottled shadows cast on the floor began to dance along.
After a while, the breeze dissipated, the curtains returned to their still form, and only the faint traces of moonlight remained scattered across the floor.
Yu Zhi pressed her lips tightly together, her eyes misted with a thin layer of moisture, like a clear spring luring one to drown in its depths.
Thinking back to what had just happened, she wanted to cover her face in embarrassment, yet this man was maintaining an unruffled demeanor, which somehow made her a little angry.
"Zhizhi, does it still hurt?" Shi Wei looked up at her, his hand still gently massaging her wrist.
Yu Zhi glared at him, then turned her head away, refusing to respond.
