He looked down at the woman in his arms.
She was there, yet it felt like she could disappear the very next second.
"Yao Qing," he suddenly felt a stir in his thoughts, and whispered into her ear, "Would you leave me?"
As he spoke, the warm breath from his words brushed against Yao Qing's ear, causing her to instinctively pull away slightly, only to find herself against the span of his long arm.
"Why do you... suddenly say that?" she frowned and looked at him, her eyes filled with confusion and embarrassment.
This close distance, in her own home, just the two of them alone in the space.
Yu Yanshen liked to kiss her very much. Instinctive urges were one thing, the beauty and softness of her lips were another.
But at such a close range, even Yao Qing thought he was about to lean in for a kiss. Yet the look in his eyes seemed so clear, yet blurred as if obscuring the scenery.
