As soon as she finished speaking, the whole room fell silent.
The scene seemed to freeze, even the wind and light were still.
Ning Li's eyelids drooped slightly, and her thick and long eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Her voice had been so soft, but it had been clear enough.
It seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed to have passed just a moment ago.
Lu Huaiyu tilted his head slightly, and his hot breath fell on her delicate earlobe and slender neck.
Through his open shirt collar, Ning Li could see his delicate and straight collarbone.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly laughed.
"Ah Li, I'm a little regretful."
Ning Li was stunned, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at him.
"What?"
Lu Huaiyu's gaze fell on her lips, and his eyes were very intense. He lowered his voice, and his voice was low and husky.
"I shouldn't have given you that wish just now."
