Huo Qiudong's thumb ran itself over her lips. He leaned closer as if he was going to do something. Her lips, soft and naturally pink like that of peony petals, beckoned him. He was drawn to them, like a captain to a siren.
Staring deeply into her eyes didn't help his case. She was perfectly still for him, whether it was on purpose or not, he didn't know. When she batted her lashes, it teased him far more than he would've liked. Her dark hair came down on each side of her shoulders, the strands skimming over her chest.
His heart lurched when she bit her lip. Huo Qiudong was a second close from kissing her. Her soft and sweet scent was yanking him back to her. With heavy regret and reluctance, he forced himself to pull back and release her chin.
