The sunlight had become even more scorching.
Yet, the temperature continued to drop.
The hand seemed frozen, beginning to tremble visibly. The quaver at the end of his voice, laced with panic, was almost palpable through the door, betraying his shock and helplessness.
"Miss Xu, this is rather presumptuous."
Her familiar touch was icy, like that of a corpse.
Xu Si's heartbeat stuttered. As if that wasn't enough, she lifted her other hand to grasp his arm more firmly. The thick, vibrant paint was viscous and damp, staining both their skins.
Her long eyelashes flickered. She licked her red lips, the corners of her mouth curling into a slight arc. Her voice was hoarse. "Is it presumptuous? Don't you think yourself dirty? Now we are both dirty; no one can despise the other."
"..."
A complicated silence fell.
The owner of the hand sensed something was wrong. He struggled briefly, then became still.
"Why must you do this?"
