Gong Yeyan's eyes suddenly darkened, the bottomless ink spreading across his vision, trapping the girl within a prison made of his gaze–
She was very close to him.
A mere arm's distance.
Inescapable.
The girl's beautiful eyes appeared to be filled with stars, glittering and dazzling, enchantingly rippling.
There was no intention to bewitch, yet it ensnared the soul.
Ming Ge curled her soft, exquisite lips into a smile that bloomed vividly in his eyes, speaking in a low and mellifluous voice, "My liking for you began with your appearance..."
"But I hope, it ends with the soul. Is that okay?"
She asked softly.
[My liking for you began with your appearance, I hope it ends with the soul.]
[Is that okay?]
Gong Yeyan's gaze dark and bewitching as if capable of seducing the heart, devouring all things in the world, brushed lightly over Ming Ge's face and settled on her incessant lips.
For a very brief moment, it clenched around his heart, leaving no escape.
