Although it was not the first time they had been so close to one another, Su Wan's mouth still felt dry when she felt the man's cool breath near. She didn't know where to put her hands.
Su Wan blushed and corrected herself softly, "Xuecheng."
Jiang Xuecheng held Su Wan's slightly trembling hand with his left hand and Su Wan stared blankly.
Both their hands pressed together and their fingers intertwined.
Su Wan's palm was much smaller than Jiang Xuecheng's and being wrapped by his palm felt strange but intriguing, with a sense of secured warmth and ease.
Jiang Xuecheng's right hand tapped on Su Wan's nose. "You've eaten, haven't you? Why is your voice so soft?"
Jiang Xuecheng's voice was sensually pleasing but brought pressure to Su Wan.
He lowered his body and his nearing face had lethality of the highest grade. Su Wan closed her eyes and raised her voice, "Xuecheng."
