This area was in a corner, poorly lit and dim.
The space between the bookshelves was narrow, and warm breath ghosted across the back of Jiang Qingli's neck.
She touched the back of her neck. Only then, a beat too late, did she realize someone was standing just behind and to her side, their shadow falling over her, enveloping her completely.
She looked up and met the young man's beautiful green eyes.
Yuan Shiyao was looking at her too, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he greeted her. "Good afternoon."
Perhaps not wanting to make noise in the library, he spoke in a breathy whisper. His voice was soft, his back slightly bent, and his breath fell near the side of her face.
This was much closer than a normal social distance.
Jiang Qingli took a small step back. "Are you also looking for books for the midterms?"
Taking in her movement, a flicker of dimness passed through Yuan Shiyao's eyes. His voice grew even softer. "I was also looking for you."
