Yu Zhizhi gripped the young man's wrists with both hands. When her gaze met his, a flicker of stunned surprise crossed her face.
This wasn't the first time she had encountered a sudden personality shift.
But it always caught her off guard.
She opened her mouth, her cheeks flushing for some reason. "Louis, you..."
Louis was back.
Yu Zhizhi could never mistake him.
Louis hummed a soft "mhm," looking at his hands, which she was holding. His fingertips still felt the dampness from a moment ago.
Yu Zhizhi suddenly felt very embarrassed. "You... when did you come back?"
She couldn't be sure.
"Probably..." Louis's eyes were as calm and dark as ink. His gaze fell on the little female's lips, where a bit of cream still lingered.
"When... you leaned in."
He paused.
A trace of desire slowly surfaced in the depths of Louis's quiet eyes.
He had seen it.
