Mi Li shook her head. "I'm not doubting you; it's just that you two look too alike. I'm scared. I only hope that you're just my boyfriend!"
Lun Sui held her hand. "No matter how alike we may look, I am Lun Sui, not Yu Chenxi! Lun Sui is only Mi Li's boyfriend—that's certain. You don't need to be scared."
Mi Li lowered her gaze, looking at their hands intertwined. His hand was much bigger than hers, but his fingers were long and elegant. Yet upon touching them, she felt calluses on his fingertips and some roughness on his palm, as if, like hers, it resulted from frequent jade carving.
However, he didn't carve jade—he was an antique dealer.
Mi Li traced shapes lightly across his palm, feeling both safe and serene. She gently leaned into his embrace. "Mm."
She tilted her chin upward, glancing up at him, wanting to kiss him. But Lun Sui suddenly raised his head and beat her to it, pressing his lips against her forehead before slowly sliding them down to her eyes. "Silly girl!"
