"Brother Ayin..."
Beside him, Lu Fengxuan uttered a worried call, soft and gentle.
Yu Chiyin paused for a few seconds after hearing it, momentarily thinking his ears were playing tricks on him.
It wasn't until he turned his head and saw her worried eyes and brows that he awoke from his dreamlike state, a faint, uncontrollable smile appearing on his pale, handsome face.
"It's okay, don't worry." Yu Chiyin said softly, glancing downward, tentatively extending his hand.
Lu Fengxuan's heartbeat still hadn't slowed down, her face still anxious, her brows slightly furrowed, not even noticing his subtle movements.
And this scene fell into the man's eyes, making him believe that her lack of retreat was because she no longer resisted.
In Yu Chiyin's mind, beautiful fireworks were going off. He felt a long-lost happiness, excitement, and joy, this long-lost feeling stimulating him, making his mood increasingly pleasant.
And daringly proactive.
