Fragments of dappled sunlight fell on his face, his long lashes trembling slightly, casting a radiant curve of shadows.
They say that serious men are the most attractive. Yu Zhi had always scoffed at this notion, yet now, staring at Shi Wei, she found herself spellbound.
"Do you understand?" Shi Wei paused his actions, tilted his head, and met her almond-shaped eyes shimmering with a misty glow.
Within her gaze, he saw his own reflection, and for a moment, a strange illusion washed over him—as if her world could hold no one but him.
The silent stare persisted. Shi Wei couldn't resist tapping the tip of his pen lightly against her forehead. "Snap out of it."
"Hmm?"
Yu Zhi touched her forehead, her eyes tinged with a trace of grievance. "What are you doing?"
"What was I just explaining?" Shi Wei smirked faintly, leaning back lazily in his chair.
The movement caused his loose collar to open even further.
