"What's the matter? Yi Juncheng?" Her voice, like a feather brushing across his heart, simply bewitched him.
With rustling sounds, her gorgeous face suddenly appeared close and the two of them were so close that their noses almost touched.
Sheng Yang was suddenly stunned. Her eyes were glassy, her expression was blank, but she still looked like a delicate porcelain doll.
"What's wrong?" Yi Juncheng tried to compose himself.
Her rosy lips were like soft jelly, challenging his self-control.
"I feel a bit…" Sheng Yang suddenly broke off.
"A bit what?" His low, magnetic voice rang in the room.
"I feel a bit out of breath."
"…"
Yi Juncheng suddenly lifted his hand and a book appeared in his big hand. "Do you like this?"
Sheng Yang's eyes brightened instantly and turned unabashedly hot. At first, there were two small sparks of fire in her eyes which soon grew rapidly and burned ablaze.
