How long had he liked her for?
This question caught him off guard and the impulsive heat within his body seemed to cool down suddenly.
The hand that was pinching her waist slowly moved to her back, holding her tightly in a pure embrace, his heartbeat resonating with hers in his chest.
His gaze became distant, as if recalling a fleeting glimpse from a long time ago, his delicate chin resting on her shoulder as he murmured softly:
"It seems like a very, very long time..."
Although it was he who was holding her, at this moment, Lu Fengxuan distinctly felt as if it was her presence that supported his body.
Her heart felt both sour and pained, and with her small hands cupping his face, she tilted her head up, her nose gently rubbing against his cheek.
Their bodies were extremely close, their breaths intertwined, an intimacy where there was no distinguishing between each other.
