Xiang Wan could hear her own heartbeat.
Subconsciously, she touched her cheek which it felt boiling hot.
Hmm, it must have been so because she had drunk the rice wine?
She was definitely not bewitched by the man who was sleeping on the bed…
Bewitched… Xiang Wan's heart skipped a beat.
She pressed her lips tightly as she looked at Bai Muchuan.
It felt unusually quiet in this snowy night.
The man was also sleeping soundly like an obedient child. His exquisite features, the movement on his throat as he breathed, and his wide-opened collar revealed his honey-toned skin beneath. She could see his collarbone from her angle…
Indeed, that was a mesmerizing sight to behold…
Xiang Wan felt her throat a little dry.
She felt like she was a thirsty little animal in the desert which was gazing at the oasis from afar.
Nervousness, expectation, anxiety—the journey to reach the oasis seemed… extremely far away.
