A cool, refreshing breeze blew from high above as dusk settled.
Pei Zhen, dressed only in a shirt, looked somewhat thinly clad for the season. He supported himself with one hand on the back of the sofa, squatting like that. When he fixed his beautiful eyes on Xu Si's head, there was a captivating allure.
In the darkness, Xu Si blankly stared at the faint outline of his profile and unconsciously said, "I don't have a habit of being afraid of the dark, so you don't need to worry."
Pei Zhen turned his head. The arm she was leaning on bent for a moment before he lifted his fair hand and touched her chin with the ring that symbolized power, saying, "Mm, it's me who's afraid."
Xu Si didn't evade the subtle touch. Recalling the man's actions of walking blindfolded that day, she asked in return, puzzled, "You're still afraid of the dark?"
