Carefully, Yu Zhen stroked the hair away from her face, his lips twitching into a smirk. His sharp and rogue features were even more mesmerizing up close.
Li Xueyue memorized every part of him—as if she was scared he would be nothing but a fleeting moment in her youth. Someone she shouldn't have, but desperately wanted.
"You lowered your guard again." His minty breath brushed against her lips, cool and collected.
"Only because I trust you."
Yu Zhen's lips curled into a slight smile, his rigid eyes softening. "You shouldn't trust me."
"Why not?"
"I'm cruel."
His gentle caress upon her face said otherwise. He touched her like she was glass, something ever so delicate and breakable. His calloused fingers traced from her cheekbone to her jaw, his touch left a lingering sensation. She shivered, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest. Her body reacted in ways that she couldn't comprehend.
"To who?"
"Everyone."
