Chen Yiran was slightly stunned, looking at Tianxin's full-face expression of uncertainty, he fell silent for a moment, then crooked his lips into a good-looking smile, saying, "It seems, I should make you feel more real..."
"Eh??" Tianxin didn't quite understand what he meant, blinked and looked at him in confusion.
Chen Yiran stood up, walked over to Tianxin, slightly bent over, his handsome face getting closer and closer to her, so close that Tianxin could already feel his warm breath spraying on her cheeks, carrying a hint of cold and that familiar good smell.
The deep black eyes were shining brightly, concentrating on hers, until his nose was about to touch hers. Tianxin thought her heartbeat was about to stop in that instant.
"You...what are you..." Tianxin felt nervous inexplicably, stammering.
