She frowned, the blood all over her body seeming to gather on her face. Her face was red and hot as if one could get burned when touching it.
Looking up, her eyes once again met with his. His face, with quite delicate features, was right in front of her, even more handsome than what she had painted. He was the most handsome guy she had ever seen.
He Xiyan took a deep breath. She felt like her heart was about to pop out of her chest if things went on like this.
She was hugged by him.
God!
They were...
"No!" At this moment,there was only less than one tenth of the reason left in her.
She pushed his arms a little, trying to push him away. She also wanted to sober up quickly from this kind of tense and exciting atmosphere.
However, Mo Yixuan did not release his hands.
He gently raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I like the paintings you paint and the scarves you weave for me."
