Ye Jie wore casual denim jeans with a white t-shirt and a denim jacket over it. Very rarely he chose to let his perfectly trimmed hair to be messy and today was one of those days when he left his hairs untouched.
His brown hair fell over his forehead caressing the edge of his brows. He casually swept them to one side with his hands.
Xu Mey was sitting beside him in the backseat of his car looking intently at his side profile while his one hand held hers and the other hand held his cell phone to his ear. With the sunlight stroking his side profile, he looked mesmerizing to Xu Mey.
She was utterly enthralled by his attractive face. As her eyes fell on his soft lips, a reminder of his kisses made her blush in embarrassment and she turned her face to look outside the window.
Xu Mey read a poem by Nikita Gill, once. It went like this:
'Kiss Someone
who makes you
feel their magic
in your bones,
who makes you wonder
how can someone
who looks like
witchcraft
at midnight
