Qiu Mo felt her brain start to fail her again, she was dizzy and could not think of anything.
The warmth of Yadang's breath hit her ear, a feeling of numbness and weakness spread along the back of her head to the whole of her body.
A blush quickly spread across her face, even her neck and ears were taken over by the pink flush. She nodded dizzily, completely subconsciously.
Yadang's gaze darkened a few shades, he gently held Qiu Mo's chin, turning her face toward himself.
"You are the one who said it..."
His gaze shifted to Qiu Mo's still slightly swollen lips, recalling the sweet softness he had tasted in the morning, he felt a dry thirst in his mouth and swallowed unconsciously.
The distance between the two was slowly closing, their breaths inevitably grew faster, intertwining to create an ambiguous scene.
Just as the two were about to touch, Yadang suddenly turned his head in frustration--
