Leaning against the table, Lan Xiyu, while wiping the ink from his hands with a tissue, couldn't help but smile as he watched the joy overflowing on Rong Shengsheng's face. He then reached out and pulled Rong Shengsheng into his embrace.
Rong Shengsheng's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't refuse. When she cautiously lifted her eyes, she found herself staring directly into Lan Xiyu's ocean-like gaze, so deep and affectionate that it could make anyone sink helplessly into it.
Lan Xiyu slowly drew closer.
She thought he wanted to kiss her.
She was very resistant on the inside, so her body kept leaning back bit by bit. Unexpectedly, he didn't lean in for a kiss, but instead buried his head in her neck, greedily inhaling her scent.
His breath tickled the nape of her neck.
With a puzzled tone, she asked, "Young Master Lan, what's the matter?"
"Nothing. Just let me hold you like this... just holding you is enough..."
His voice was laced with a touch of longing.
