His lips were almost touching her face. At this moment, his lips were right at the corner of her mouth.
The air that they exhaled mixed together.
It was as though they were going to kiss.
Them being so close to each other that it was almost intimate messed up Yan Zhiqing's breathing.
Her eyes fluttered, showing how nervous she was.
The blush that had just faded crept up to her face again.
As Yan Zhiqing faced Wei Wucai's perfect face, which was magnified before her eyes, she could no longer keep herself calm.
Her heart was beating faster and faster. She kept her eyes downcast, but she couldn't help but notice Wei Wucai's lips.
"What is it?" Wei Wucai asked.
As though in a trance, Yan Zhiqing saw Wei Wucai's lips opening and closing. He appeared to be saying something.
After a while, Yan Zhiqing finally came back to her senses. She finally recalled what Wei Wucai had just asked.
