The blood in his veins seemed to boil as he raised his hands and embraced Yan Zao tightly.
He had never held her like this before, never imagined it could feel so wonderful.
So wonderful that he didn't want to let go, even wanted to hold her tighter.
Caught off guard by Lan Mu's embrace, Yan Zao was startled, her eyes wide as she looked at his handsome face just inches away. He had just washed his face, and a couple of droplets hung there, innocently adding a touch of tenderness to him.
His brows, his eyes, meeting his deep gaze, her heartbeat abruptly stopped, and then sped up again the next second.
Her eyes became a bit dazed.
She looked utterly lost, her cheeks quickly flaming red, a clear sign of her embarrassment. Noticing this, Lan Mu's lips curled into a slight smile. He stepped forward to the wall, pressing her against it with his hands for support.
Then he teased her, raising an eyebrow, "What did you say?"
