His movement was sudden, and Yangzhi was too close to her; the overpowering male scent rushed towards her, making her feel unnatural all over.
She wanted to avoid his gaze, his eyes and body were too fiercely hot, and she couldn't resist for a moment.
Her hand was still pressed against his chest, afraid to look at him, "Brother."
Yuwan looked around but didn't look at him; her large round eyes, even when drooping, had eyelids curved like crescent moons, her face lacked distinct angles except for a small and delicately pointed nose, displaying an uncontrollable naivety characteristic of the young, just like when she was sixteen or seventeen.
Yangzhi's hand was on her tailbone, gently patting her:
"Looking where?"
She shuddered, finally slowly raising her eyes to meet his gaze, not knowing what was happening.
His eyes were as deep as the ocean at night, yet they seemed to contain fire, making it unbearable for her to look.
