Xiao Rongyan leisurely lowered his head and leaned close to Bai Qingyan, whispering, "This life is short, without you, what joy is there?"
A cool breeze lifted a corner of the bed curtain, and the wind chime sachet hanging by the bed that her sister once tied to bring blessings to Bai Qingyan jingled softly.
The two grew closer and closer. He quietly gazed into Bai Qingyan's eyes, tentatively touching her nose with his own.
Bai Qingyan held her breath as her hand resting on Xiao Rongyan's wrist felt itchy, her fingers went limp as if she had suddenly lost all strength, hanging softly on his wrist.
Bai Qingyan gently touched his lips, gazing at his excessively deep eyes...
The tingling sensation between their lips made Xiao Rongyan's hand tighten on the edge of the bed. He tightly grasped the brocade quilt beside Bai Qingyan, struggling to control himself...
