As he finished speaking, his hand gently caressed her cheek. His fingers grazed the corner of her lips in a seemingly non-existent way, and the callused fingers stung slightly against her skin.
Qin Yin's body gave a slight jolt, and she stared at Nan Sichen, completely taken aback.
"Good girl, close your eyes." Nan Sichen's voice sounded next to her ear, becoming huskier.
Qin Yin obediently closed her eyes. When he held her hand and their fingers entwined, she could smell his scent, making her realize just how close they were at that moment.
She was trembling all over, completely unsure of what to do. Her long eyelashes, like butterflies in the rain, fluttering and shuddering cast a shadow under her eyelids.
The sunlight from outside the window shone on her skin, making it look like fine porcelain. And in that moment, she was like a beautiful porcelain doll exuding an icy temper, causing marvel to anyone who beheld her.
Nan Sichen found it impossible to take his eyes off her.
