Where Things Were Headed

Zhao Qinyin's hand was cold—colder by the second. Or perhaps Chu Yu's body temperature was rising!

"I really don't feel anything," Chu Yu said with a smile, his eyes and expression calm in the faint light of the screen.

"What about this?" Zhao Qinyin finally made up her mind, her gaze suddenly changing.

"What about it?" Chu Yu asked.

"This!"

Zhao Qinyin rose abruptly, pressing both hands against Chu Yu's shoulders. She leaned over him, pushing his upper body down before slowly lowering her head.

Her hair fell forward. Chu Yu could see her eyes, her face, her lips.

As she slowly lowered her head, her face gradually emerged in the faint light of the darkness. She was beautiful and pure, but her eyes were full of temptation.

What was she trying to do? Was she going to pin him down on the sofa?

Chu Yu's mind went blank! But he didn't move away!

He could have easily flipped Zhao Qinyin's roughly forty-five-kilogram body over with a little effort, but he didn't!

"Forget it. I can't do this after all!" When Zhao Qinyin was close enough that her bangs brushed Chu Yu's forehead, making it itch, she let out a soft breath and straightened up.

She let go of Chu Yu, and a blush quickly spread across her face. Her features remained as composed as ever. A cool beauty with a red face—that was the phrase that came to Chu Yu's mind.

This was Zhao Qinyin's unique trick: whenever she wanted to avoid losing her composure, she could keep her expression and eyes completely still.

Chu Yu was the same. If he wanted to look aloof, he could keep that expression all day. But his eyes still gave away some of his feelings. People who knew him well could tell.