He held the back of her head gently with his strong but warm and steady hand, yet she could not break free from it.
She could see the high bridge of his nose and his long eyelashes. She even smelled the faint cedarwood scent of his breath.
The distance, his posture, it felt like he was going to…
The slightest movement and his lips would touch hers.
She could feel the warmth of his body and it made her blush.
She was frozen to the spot as if his scent had cast a spell on her.
She had not taken any alcohol but at that moment, she felt a little tipsy.
She even lost track of time. It felt like an eternity had passed and as brief as a moment, all at the same time.
Lu Huaiyu stared at her plump, soft lips as he warred with his own thoughts.
In the end, he curved his lips into a smile and said in his signature lazy tone, "You don't smell like alcohol."
He let go of her and straightened up.
