His movement was abrupt, and Yun Yuwan was too close to Wen Yangzhi, feeling a strong masculine scent assault her senses, making her whole body feel unnatural.
She wanted to avoid his gaze, but his eyes and body were too intensely burning, leaving her unable to resist for the moment.
Her hand was still pressed against his chest, and she dared not look at him: "Brother."
Yun Yuwan looked left and right but refused to meet his eyes. Even with her big round eyes drooping, her eyelids were curved like crescent moons. Her face lacked sharp angles, except for a narrow, delicate nose, exuding the uncontrollable cuteness of a young cub, just like when she was sixteen or seventeen.
Wen Yangzhi's hand rested on her tailbone, gently patting her:
"What are you looking at?"
She trembled, and finally lifted her eyes slowly, meeting his gaze. She didn't know what was happening.
His eyes, as deep as the ocean at night, seemed to contain fire, and she could hardly bear it.
