Her light eyelashes cast a shadow, hiding the storm beneath her eyes, her innermost thoughts inadvertently slipped out in a murmur.
"Can we really be like this, you and I?"
Quan Jingwu lowered his head, his thin lips brushed her forehead, his voice loud and cocky, "If I say it's possible, then it's possible."
His slightly cool kiss imprinted her forehead, a chilling sensation seeped into her mind, her body stiff in his embrace, unable or unwilling to stir.
The man's cold and domineering aura rushed at her from all directions, enveloping her, yet at this moment, she felt completely at ease.
Mysteriously lifting her hand, hesitating for several seconds, she let her slender arm rest on his waist, slowly wrapping around him.
This was her first time taking the initiative, the first time she ever held him.
Realizing the movement of the person in his arms, the smile on Quan Jingwu's lips became even more pronounced, even more dazzling.
"Xiaojing!" She softly called.
