Xiang Wan slowly walked forward and, taking the opportunity, intertwined her fingers with his, bowing her head and whispering in a complaint, "Is a goodnight kiss a matter of life and death?"
"It is." He pulled her closer, his gaze intense.
Xiang Wan couldn't handle him looking like that; it made her feel strange, inexplicably letting him dictate her emotions, leading her by the nose.
She tried to stay clear-headed, breaking free from his embrace, "Then today, let's see if you really will die without it."
With that, she turned and walked downstairs.
Suddenly, a large hand wrapped around her waist, and the next second, her feet left the ground as Zuo Xingyun carried her into his room.
The room was dark, neither able to see the other clearly, but she could feel Zuo Xingyun's breath on her cheek, quick and scorching.
