Her lips, which had grown increasingly delicate and rosy from being fed medicine, gently pursed as she gazed at him with blurred, beautiful eyes. After a moment, she shook her head.
"I don't want to take the medicine. It's bitter!"
Ye Yiheng chuckled briefly, realizing that someone entranced by an illusion and a drunkard shared a similar kind of confusion. He had clearly asked if she wanted another... kiss, yet she had heard it as a request for medicine.
His gaze darkened at once, and he lowered his eyelashes, savoring the fleeting fragrance and softness of her touch.
"Don't laugh!"
She muttered discontentedly, pressing her feverishly hot palm against the cool skin of his neck.
A tempestuous wave suddenly rose in the depths of Ye Yiheng's sea-like phoenix eyes.
Grasping her restless hand with his large palm, he took her delicate chin with the other, just as he was about to cover her lips with his...
