Mu Sihan looked down and leveled his well-defined and handsome face with Nan Zhi's petite one.
Although they could not see each other's expressions clearly, they could feel the warmth of each others breath combine and dissipate in the cool darkness. There was an unspeakable ambiguous feeling in the quiet night.
Nan Zhi leaned her head back. However, Mu Sihan seemed to have seen her movement and his large palm stretched out to press at the back of her head.
His thin lips moved forward by an inch. They were so close they almost touched her, yet they did not. The intimate position they were in made her heart speed up.
"Mu Sihan, if you want to talk, let's just talk. Can you not be so close to me?"
"No."
