"Because I feel like you are not as cold as you want others to think of you. Also…"
"Also?"
"I don't mind others having secrets. Who don't?"
Yang Jingshen stared at Luo Cheng, observing him and deriving a momentary pleasure from watching his long eyelashes quivering a little each time he blinked. This man– he had a rarely seen male beauty, that was unique and alluring at the same kind. "One moment you say I'm cold. Then you say I'm not."
"..."
"Luo Cheng, I want to ask another question."
"Hmmm?"
Yang Jingshen didn't hasten, instead taking a step forward until he was almost in the other's personal space. Then ignoring the gasp of surprise from the young bodyguard at the side, he grasped the right hand of Luo Cheng and held it in his own, intertwining their fingers, ignoring how the other flinched at the contact. Simultaneously ignoring the heady rush that flashed through his body at the same instance.
