His voice was languid with a touch of hoarseness, a bit of enticement, like a nocturne of lingering passion in the deep of night.
It disturbed her heart, little by little.
Wen Xian couldn't utter a word anymore, nor did she have the strength to refute.
Lu Xiao's gaze was deeply fixed on her, gently stroking her cheek, and then, he slowly lowered his head.
The eyelids dropped, and his breath mingled with hers.
Gently, he began with a tender peck on the corner of her lips.
...
...
"Did I get it wrong? Why would Wen Xian fall for someone like him... How could she..."
Huo Qi's head buzzed, his heartbeat raced, and at that moment, he paced back and forth in the hall.
Turning incessantly, tugging at his hair, as if questioning his entire existence.
Xiao Yixing, sitting on the couch, furrowed his brows.
