Perhaps it was the atmosphere, too ambiguous, that made it hard for one's mind to catch up. Or perhaps it was the pair of eyes before her, so captivating.
Yao Qing gazed up at him, entranced, and for a long moment, she didn't speak.
The angle at which she slightly tilted her head revealed a fair neck and the area below it, her deep brown eyes a hazy scene.
Yu Yanshen looked down at her, their proximity throwing her mind into disarray.
His gaze seemed to rest on her lips, growing deeper in color.
The directness of his stare made Yao Qing subconsciously bite her lip.
It was said that, apart from when a woman wore a white shirt, her most beautiful moment was when she coyly and restlessly bit her lip.
The former set a deep itch in one's bones, while the latter caused a man's protective instincts to surge forth in an instant.
It was just a subconscious action by Yao Qing, but it had Yu Yanshen's mind completely tensed up.
He was a man, a normal male.