As Zheng Liang lowered his head, bringing himself closer to Yang Ning's level, a sense of anticipation filled the air. Time seemed to slow down, and her breath caught in her throat.
Her eyes widened in a mixture of shock and bewilderment as his face drew nearer, the proximity becoming almost intimate.
She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin, and at that moment, everything else seemed to fade away, leaving her mind blank with the intensity of the impending moment.
'Isn't everything moving too quickly? Should I just faint and pretend to be unconscious?' Yang Ning's thoughts raced, contemplating an escape from the escalating intensity of the moment.
The idea of feigning unconsciousness crossed her mind as a way to temporarily evade the overwhelming situation.
However, she remained torn, unsure of the best course of action to take.
