The tip of the tongue swept over, as if tasting something.
"In your eyes, in your heart, there's only me..."
Inch by inch, it invaded, thread by thread, it hooked.
Li Yao struggled to regain a thread of reason, trying to recall her original intention for coming here: "Liu—"
He suddenly stopped, pressing against her lips with a low laugh, "If you mention someone else again, I'll go crazy."
The abrupt stop was discomforting for Li Yao too. Unconsciously, she touched his hands that encircled her waist, her thoughts in disarray, "Crazy? Crazy about what?"
He chuckled.
As the shadow covered her once more, the candlelight quivered, making every inch within her sight shake and scattered...
...
When Li Yao entered the palace the next day, it was already close to noon.
As she was currently in charge of the Six Palaces' affairs, with no one really above her, she wasn't too worried about anyone noticing her tardiness.
