Yu Yuehan's eyes turned dark and soulful as his breathing quickened.
Turning around, he pressed Nian Xiaomu against the seat and lowered his eyes to look at her.
They were so close that even their breaths were entangled together.
He looked intently at her shocked face and at how her eyes were trapped in a daze.
Her long eyelashes, like a pair of butterflies, fluttered uneasily. After a while, she asked, "What are you doing, Young Master?"
"…" Yu Yuehan felt stunned by her question.
Even he did not know what he was trying to do.
Upon seeing that she was leaning into his arms, a voice in his heart told him to just do something.
At that moment, his eyes met her confused gaze, and he snapped back to his senses.
Pursing his lips, his arms that were propped by the sides of her body did not move away. Instead, his body pressed downward, and his drop-dead gorgeous face inched more closely toward her cherry lips…