The moonlight is enchanting, but she is even more so.
Fu Shihan's gaze is deep and fervent.
He lowers his eyes slowly, moving his gaze upward, meeting hers.
Su Wanxin's long eyelashes tremble slightly, somewhat unable to withstand his burning look. She leans backward and lies down on the bed, pulling the quilt over to cover her face.
Her face and ears are flushed, and the speed of her heartbeat makes her a bit panicked.
It was she who took the initiative to come to this room; she knew there were pictures of her here and also knew what would happen once she came.
It was intentional.
There were no other thoughts in her mind, just the feeling that she didn't want to disappoint him.
From the hotel to home, he hadn't done anything excessive. The promise had been spoken from her lips, and even when she regretted it, he didn't say anything, just helplessly smiled bitterly and told her to sleep.
He likes her; he doesn't force her.
