"One!"
Wen Nuan was acutely aware that he meant what he said and was fully capable of acting on it. Without much contact, she had a profound understanding of his ruthlessness. In terms of tactics, she couldn't outplay Ye Feimo, and if she couldn't outplay him, then she would be played by him.
"Two!"
Before he could count to three, Wen Nuan leaned forward, tilting her head toward his neck, aiming to kiss his lips. However, Ye Feimo turned his face away, and Wen Nuan's lips landed on his cheek.
She didn't know why he avoided it, she just looked at him. Ye Feimo's gaze was eerily cold and still, and the atmosphere quieted down again. Because of her position, Wen Nuan was sitting on his lap, and to prevent herself from slipping, she had to cling to his neck.
The atmosphere was suggestive.
The air tension escalated, their breaths were inches apart, their beautiful eyes staring at each other, their gazes intertwined as if caught in midair— one cold, the other warm.
