Before she could ponder where the eye mask had fallen, the man's slender fingertips landed on her lips with a bit of force.
Gazing at the man's dangerously dark eyes, she found herself unable to look away, "Li Yuntang, I ..."
Before she finished speaking, the man's fingers on her lips applied more pressure, then casually withdrew, and he leaned in closer.
Yan Xiaye swallowed again, her mind a blank slate, her eyes sweeping past the man's solid chest and handsome features, panicked and uncertain where to rest.
The man's smile deepened as the distance between them slowly closed.
Ten centimeters, five centimeters, three centimeters ...
At the last critical moment, a shrill and piercing doorbell sound suddenly rang out, shattering the rare, intimate atmosphere.
Yan Xiaye snapped back to reality, hands and feet scrambling to brace against the edge of the bathtub as she bolted out of the bathroom like a startled rabbit.
