When the last syllable of Ouyang Xueqing's words fell, Mo Yujian's eyes turned darker, so dark that there was nothing that could be reflected on it anymore. Ouyang Xueqing waited with bated breath, she saw as Mo Yujian's face grew closer and closer…
Breath intermingled, airflow exchanged, Ouyang Xueqing parted her lips slightly as Mo Yujian's kiss fell upon her forehead. So soft, so gentle with overflowing affection. All of these feelings were so intense that it made her eyes stung. His throat rolled and his lips travelled down, slowly, tenderly, kissing both of her eyelids, grazing each of her trembling eyelashes…
"Don't be nervous." he whispered in a throaty voice.
"I—" Ouyang Xueqing wanted to rebuke but only then did she realize that her body was shivering as if she was cold. "I am not…" she said weakly without a hint of certainty.