Just as Ye Xingguang was about to explain, Ye Junqing's index finger pressed against her lips: "Hush, I don't want to hear the answer from your lips. A woman's mouth, as deceitful as a ghost, I only want to hear your heart."
His voice, as if it had the power to bewitch, resonated in her heart: "I hear your heart telling me that you fancy me, yet you dislike our impending union, simply because it's decreed by the state. You don't wish this love affair to serve political interests right from the get-go, Xingguang, I heard it, you want to be in a romantic relationship with me."
He seemed to be a master in beguiling people. For a moment, even she felt as though she herself heard her heart uttering his very words.
Suddenly, the man's lips pressed against hers.
