Feeling her soft, boneless hand touch his forehead, Lu Hualiang's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Her hand was soft and smooth.
Cool to the touch, and very comfortable.
Especially when she felt his pulse, that fleeting contact of skin was something one could grow fond of.
Lu Hualiang lowered his gaze to her icy, jade-like hand and suddenly felt the impulse to hold it.
She sat by the bed, and they were very close; he could smell the faint fragrance from her body.
It was captivating.
Looking up at her profile, her facial contours were soft and flowing, her skin so flawless it seemed veiled in mist.
She was truly beautiful, impeccable in every way.
His heartbeat suddenly quickened by two beats.
Lu Hualiang watched her quietly, suddenly feeling that he could do this for a lifetime without growing tired.
The thought startled him.
A lifetime was such a distant matter, such a heavy promise, yet he found himself wanting to give it to her.
