Si Nan's eyes suddenly narrowed, his body also tensed up, staring closely at her.
Tang Yige bent halfway down, rubbing the sofa and the long table in front of it with each hand, slowly walking out.
Then she turned towards him, her hands brushing through the air, inching closer to him.
Si Nan saw this.
The tensed body gradually relaxed, calmly watching Tang Yige walk toward him.
Though a short distance, Tang Yige took nearly two minutes to walk it.
With her keen hearing, Tang Yige could sense she was very close to Si Nan.
Indeed, very close.
Because at this moment, there's merely a step between her and Si Nan lying on the bed.
Si Nan looked at her, his breathing remained steady.
Tang Yige slowly bent down, one hand cautiously reaching over.
When her hand touched the cold edge of the bed, Tang Yige's delicate white fingers trembled slightly but didn't retract.
She paused for a few seconds, then moved closer to the bed, turned sideways, and sat on the edge.
