His movements were sudden, and Yun Yuwan was too close to Wen Yangzhi, the overpowering masculine scent assaulting her, making her feel unnatural all over.
She wanted to avoid his gaze, his eyes and body were too intensely burning, and she couldn't resist at that moment.
The wind outside made the windows rattle slightly, which should have sounded cool, but the atmosphere inside was quite the opposite, with her hand still pressed against his chest.
Yun Yuwan dared not look at him, "Brother."
Yun Yuwan looked around, refusing to meet his gaze, her large round eyes even drooping, yet still curved into the shape of a crescent moon.
Her face had no distinct angles, except for a small, delicate nose, displaying an uncontrollable naive charm, the same as when she was sixteen or seventeen.
Wen Yangzhi's hand pressed on her waist, gently patting her:
"Looking at what?"
She shuddered, finally slowly raising her eyes to meet his gaze, unaware of what was happening.