But when Shi Xiaoya did the same thing, putting her fingertips on his face…
He only felt bonelessly soft all over.
Her soft fingertips sent electric jolts from his face all the way to his heart.
Han Zhuoling's heart melted, his gaze fixed on her.
Shi Xiaoya swallowed with difficulty. Her head felt numb under his scrutiny, and she could only focus all her attention on his lips, but that only unsettled her more.
The next time Shi Xiaoya thought back to this moment, she still didn't know what came over her to make her lick her lips in front of Han Zhuoling.
Only now, as she had not been looking at Han Zhuoling, Shi Xiaoya naturally missed how Han Zhuoling's eyes darkened a few more degrees after seeing her subconscious action.
His eyes focused intensely on her lips, his breath coming out hot and fast.
Her moistened lips were like roses with their morning dew, supple and fresh.
