He meant them.
There was no wink, no teasing grin, no hint of dramatics. Just his hand over hers, warm and steady, lips brushing her skin with a reverence that made something catch in her throat.
The air turned heavy between them.
"You…" Her voice faltered, unsure whether to speak or remain silent.
She didn't pull her hand away, but she didn't look at him either. Her eyes stayed fixed on the folds of the blanket, lips pressed into a thin, unreadable line.
Feng Yizhou tilted his head slightly, gaze soft as he murmured, "I'm not asking you to feel the same right now. I know you're focused on your mission. I know your priorities."
"Then why say things like that?" she whispered.
"Because it's true."
Her chest rose, then fell in a slow breath. She didn't move, didn't respond. But she didn't leave either.
"Affection: +3%"
A rare silence stretched between them. He didn't push her this time. He didn't flirt or joke or force her to respond.
