His warm breath had a hint of alcohol that scattered across her face like sparks that set a field ablaze.
Ning Li was pinned to the spot while her heart raced so fast that it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.
Lu Huaiyu got closer.
She instinctively shouted, "Lu Huaiyu!"
Her voice sounded extra clear in the spacious and empty room.
Lu Huaiyu froze, just inches away from her lips. He slightly squinted his eyes.
She stared into his eyes and saw a thin layer of red veins around the edges. He must be looking at her through a layer of mist.
'He seems…unconscious of his action?!'
Complicated feelings washed over her, but all she did was stare at him.
Lu Huaiyu raised his hand and covered her eyes, so Ning Li fell into darkness right away. Then, she felt a gentle force pushing against her face.
