Clearly a stunningly beautiful mature woman with the charm of a seasoned beauty, the deep affection in her eyes was, however, as girlish and fervent as that of a girl experiencing her first love, not at all seeming contrived.
But as Xu Yuan listened to this, he only felt a strange unfamiliarity.
Had he ever said this statement?
But whether he had said it or not seemed to no longer matter.
At least, it didn't matter in Tao Tiantian's eyes.
Because this was just an excuse she had casually found.
Xu Yuan watched those autumnal eyes that were drawing closer and closer to his own, and as the color in his pupils rippled, it seemed as though a thousand undercurrents were stirring beneath.
Just as their soft, moist lips were about to touch, Xu Yuan suddenly felt a piercingly cold gaze strike down from the horizon, like a massive boulder bearing down upon him.
Xu Yuan did not stop, but Tao Tiantian did.
She turned, returning an angry glare.