She turned her face away to avoid his little tricks, her eyes glancing at him.
The light above cast a shadow on his cold, hard brow ridge, and she could clearly see his Adam's apple struggling to swallow. Their eyes met, and the air around them seemed to thicken with a sticky, ambiguous tension, as if electricity was pulsing through it.
Xiang Wan's mind wavered for a moment, her cheeks flushed with red, and her heartbeat raced uncontrollably.
Seeing her reaction, Zuo Xingyun slightly hooked the corner of his lips.
He always bore a particularly serious face in normal times, but at moments like this, in front of her, he allowed himself to become frivolous.
His smile carried a certain enticing allure, and Xiang Wan was defenseless against it. Just as his lips were about to press onto hers, she abruptly broke free and stepped back two paces, "I'm going back to sleep."
