Licheng gently placed his hand on Xiana's cheek, a curious expression on his face. "How do you possess such insight into my thoughts?" he inquired.
Xiana's response was confident yet gentle as she gently brushed his hand away. "I simply know. Nothing remains hidden from my perception," she asserted, her hunger becoming apparent in a soft murmur. Licheng, captivated by her presence, firmly grasped her arm. His hand now found solace on her neck, his thumb tenderly tracing her cheek.
Drawing her closer, their noses nearly touched, and their lips hovered a mere inch apart. In that fleeting moment, Xiana ceased to blink, entranced by the intensity of their connection.
