When the man leaned over, He Xiyan instinctively bit her lips. Because of tenseness, her watery eyes kept blinking.
Ye Hao took her into his arms and let her head rest in his arms. He lowered his head, kissing her clear eyes.
In fact, he liked her eyes best. She was not so beautiful though, yet her eyes were so pretty that he was deeply attractive.
Ten years ago, he thought she was pretty, mostly because of the pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to speak.
"Are you nervous?" Ye Hao chuckled, looking at the woman who had flushed in his arms.
He could feel that her body was tight.
He Xiyan took a deep breath.
There was no need to ask. She was naturally nervous.
"You don't seem to be nervous at all." He Xiyan placed one hand on Ye Hao's chest, feeling that his heartbeat was still normal.
Then, in the next moment, she knew what was abnormal.