Under the light, his facial features became even sharper, his deep and narrow peach blossom eyes shone brightly, emitting a dazzling light, and she found herself transfixed...
As if she could be swallowed whole.
"Yanyan," Yan Nansheng approached her, his handsome face confronting her youthful one with an aggression, "I like you, that's why I want you to be my girlfriend."
His voice was low and deep, in the dark night, echoing like the toll of a bell in a silent valley, or like a cello's lowest string being plucked, melodic and pleasing, as if it had the power to bewitch.
Feng Yanyan felt a little dizzy.
She thought she must be dreaming.
He said...
He liked her?
Really?
But why did it feel...
So unreal, so unbelievable?
"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your agreement," said Yan Nansheng, who then turned around abruptly.
Feng Yanyan only felt her back press against a hard wall, and then she was pinned by Yan Nansheng.
