Ou Jue kept staring at her lips, his gaze gradually becoming more intense.
As if his body was out of his control, he slowly leaned towards Xiyan.
The face of the young girl slowly enlarged before his eyes.
Tonight was a full moon, its gentle and pure light flowed in through the car window.
Her skin, as smooth as mutton fat jade, seemed delicate enough to break with a blow, making her red lips even more enticing.
Ou Jue rested one hand on the steering wheel, while the other unconsciously stroked her cheek.
Gently, caressing.
His handsome face lowered bit by bit, his nose almost touching hers.
The girl's breath was steady, softly brushing against his face, mingling with his own breath.
It felt like the temperature inside the car had risen a few degrees.
Just a little more and he could kiss those close red lips.
Just a little more.
But suddenly, a thought flashed across Ou Jue's mind:
You don't like her anymore now.
You don't like Xia Xiyan anymore.
