His answer (4)

Ye Qing Luo's hair fell onto Di Mo Xuan's chest, as she was held into a tight embrace.

"This morning you asked me if I like you." The man's voice sounded muffled coming through his mouth.

He kissed her continuously before releasing Ye Qing Luo and gave her another peck again.

Finally, he rested his head and snuggled at Ye Qing Luo's neck.

The scorching hot breath and his thin lips almost touching Ye Qing Luo's skin made her body quivered lightly.

"I have been thinking about the question the whole day, asking my heart repeatedly."

Di Mo Xuan's voice sounded casual but with a hint of tension.

"There has never been a person that can draw my thoughts and linger in my heart." Di Mo Xuan gave a tiny grin, his fingers pressing onto Ye Qing Luo's swelling pink lips.

His fingers carried a burning temperature, scorching Ye Qing Luo's lips wherever it touched.

"After going back today, you are all over in my eyes, my mind and my heart."