Instead of answering immediately, Zhao Tian slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
He pressed his face against her neck again, his lips brushing her skin.
Yao Jing's breath hitched as his lips traveled downward, to her collarbone, then back up to her throat.
"Tian'er. You're avoiding my question." she scolded lightly, though her tone lacked any real bite.
"Am I?" Zhao Tian murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Maybe I just missed you too much to think about anything else."
Yao Jing let out a soft laugh, gently pulling back to meet his gaze. "Such a sweet mouth. Now, stop stalling and tell me."
Instead of answering, Zhao Tian's hands moved to the sash of her robe, his fingers grazing the soft fabric as he gently pulled it loose.
The robe slipped slightly, revealing her smooth shoulder and the pale curve of her neck.