Chapter 8 Provoking Li Qing
The RV’s space was limited, and the lighting dim.
Fu Bing, however, blossomed inside the vehicle like a delicate lily—bright and dazzling.
Suddenly, the flower language of lilies flashed through Wu Shi’s mind. Frank, innocent, self-disciplined, adept at resisting external temptations. It suited Fu Bing well.
Fu Bing’s expression was pained. She struggled to pull up the zipper on her back, but it was firmly stuck and wouldn’t budge.
Wu Shi stepped into the vehicle. Silently, he moved behind her.
Fu Bing felt herself enveloped by a vast shadow. She looked up. Her eyes met Wu Shi’s.
Wu Shi’s Adam’s apple bobbed twice. Fu Bing, her cheeks faintly flushed, turned around. "The zipper is stuck; I can’t pull it up."
Wordlessly, he gathered her long hair and draped it over one shoulder, exposing a large expanse of her bare back. He was tall, yet his movements were delicate; he didn’t pull a single strand of her hair.
Her back was fair and smooth. For the first time, Wu Shi truly understood what ’skin as smooth as fine cream’ meant.
The zipper was caught in the fabric; no wonder she couldn’t pull it up. Wu Shi pinched the small zipper tab and gently pulled it upward. His rough fingertips brushed against her delicate skin.