Shen Zhiyi followed him closely.
Yan Jili had long legs, so his strides were big. In just a few steps, he had left Shen Zhiyi behind.
"Hey! Wait..." Shen Zhiyi trotted to catch up with him and angrily grabbed his sleeve.
She looked up at him with an angry expression.
"You walk so fast, I can't keep up."
Yan Jili was distracted by the force pulling on his sleeves.
He stopped.
He lowered his eyes to look at Shen Zhiyi.
Yingqi's little face was flushed pink because she had just run a few steps.
Her red lips parted slightly.
He was breathing heavily.
Her eyes were shining, shaking his mind.
Yan Jili's eyes were dark, and his gaze moved from top to bottom, stopping at her fingertips that were pinching her.
Shen Zhiyi inexplicably felt a sense of oppression.
She seemed to be burned by his gaze and let go of her hand.
"Can you walk slower?"
Lift your eyes and look at him.
He quickly dropped his gaze again and muttered softly.
"I'm tired of chasing."
Yan Jili glanced at the road he had just walked.
A path paved with bluestone slabs.
Not completely flat.
Then he looked at her feet in high heels.
The small, lotus-pink toe of the shoe was smooth, with some tiny water droplets condensed on it, making it look a little hastily and messy.
After just a few steps, it seemed as if he couldn't even withstand the raindrops and dew.
As delicate as its owner.
He withdrew his gaze, paused, and spoke in a deep voice.
"Follow closely."
After saying that, he turned away and didn't look at her anymore.
But his pace slowed down noticeably.
Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he walked up to follow.
…
When Shen Zhiyi came out of the bathroom, Yan Jili was nowhere to be seen.
She remembered Grandma Yan's instructions.
Could it be that he went to the bedroom to get the box?
Shen Zhiyi looked around.
The courtyard was in the Chinese garden style, with several winding corridors. She had long forgotten the way she came.
I could only rely on my memory and walked uncertainly towards the corner of the corridor.
Yan Jili came to the master bedroom.
I saw the sandalwood box on the bedside table.
When he reached out to take it, his eyes suddenly caught sight of his own cuffs.
The suit fabric is stiff and wide.
There are no fingertip marks on it anymore.
But he inexplicably reached out and stroked the piece of cloth that seemed no longer cold and hard.
When you realize what you are doing.
Yan Jili frowned.
He lowered his eyes to look at his fingertips.
He tightened his jaw, picked up the sandalwood box, turned around, and strode out.
Wandering around the garden.
His steps did not hesitate at all, and he stepped steadily and powerfully through every corner.
The green tiles are dyed with ink, and pearls hang from the eaves.
Half-dried water droplets were hanging there. When he turned a corner in the corridor, they were finally full of rain and dew. Under the action of gravity, they fell to the ground with a plop.
Yan Jili was bumped into by a figure.
"Um...sorry!"
Shen Zhiyi raised his head.
My hands subconsciously grabbed his collar to maintain my balance.
Yan Jili held her waist.
In just a moment, it was taken back.
But the soft and delicate touch lingered in the palm of my hand for a long time.
He curled up his fingertips and smelled a light scent of gardenia at the tip of his nose, which was particularly fragrant in the crisp air after the rain.
Lower your eyes.
I saw a face with a red nose.
Small.
Look up to him.
Slightly messy hair...
Yan Jili's Adam's apple rolled and his eyes darkened.
"let go."
The tone is flat and cold.
But the hand holding the sandalwood box turned to the side involuntarily to avoid the sharp edges on it from hitting her.
"Ah... I didn't mean that..." Shen Zhiyi exclaimed softly, leaning against his chest to stand firm, and keeping a distance from him.
But her eyes stole a glance at his chest.
Hmm...
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