Yu Chen moved his face closer towards hers in the most deliberate, almost exaggerated way. His eyes were as black as a peaceful starless night as he gazed intently at her.
When their faces were just a foot apart, Yu Chen suddenly hesitated, but it was as if he hesitated to prolong the moment, to gauge her reaction or to test himself. He simply stared at her, unmoving like stone yet his scorching eyes seemed to be getting more intense. It was as if he was trying to create that ideal moment of anticipation, that moment which was sometimes better than the kiss itself. And whether he was really aiming for it or he was just actually unaware, he succeeded with flying colors.