叶星然被他稳稳扶住，才勉强站稳。她低头看去，instead of expected rough hands, his grip was surprisingly firm and steady, fingers slightly bigger than her own, like calloused from handling something heavy but warm from the skin.

"Thanks," she said coolly, pulling her wrist back.

Expectedly, he didn't let go immediately. His eyes were fixed on her, a different expression from his usual cold one - a deep relief mixed with... something else she couldn't quite place. Like a dog looking at its owner who returned home after being away.

"What's 'thanks' without a kiss?" His voice was low, deeper than usual, with a hint of smug.

叶星然眉心一跳。这人是嫌昨晚没得逞还不够，今天还要继续？她转过身，准备直接走人，却被他一把拉住胳膊。

"Let go, you're driving me crazy," she said through gritted teeth. Her cheeks felt hot, not from the room temperature but from his gaze.

His grip tightened, pressing her back against the hard wall of his chest. The contact was sudden, intense. She could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath his shirt, a palpable rhythm against her ear.