His soft lips rubbed against her forehead. Jun Xiqing froze. She had seen him kissing Elder Sister Mo'er's forehead before.
She had heard that a man kissing a woman's forehead meant great love and pity.
Why was he kissing her forehead?
It was then that Jun Xiqing fell silent. Lu Yeming's expression changed, as though he realized that he had done something strange as well.
He bent down to brush his thin lips against her ear and said huskily, "Do you like me, Qingqing?"
He wanted to hear it straight from her mouth even when he already knew her feelings for him. She had never said that she liked him before. In fact, his low, magnetic voice was full of temptation and coaxing. He wanted her to say that she liked him.
As she stared at him, Jun Xiqing bit her red lips with her small white teeth and remained silent.
She refused to say it.
She didn't dare say it.
