How Are You So Skilled?

Now, as the desires and savagery buried deep in his bloodline awakened, the emotions he had once suppressed gradually returned as well. He began to smile, to grow angry, to feel emotions, to have desires.

He suddenly leaned forward.

His body sprang up from the chair. Both hands braced against the tabletop as he leaned in, his Light Gold Vertical Pupils staring straight into Gu Yue's eyes.

The balance between the two, already sitting close together, was instantly reversed.

Caught off guard, Gu Yue fell backward, her back striking the sofa's backrest with a dull thud. Her hands lifted from the table and flailed once in the air before falling to either side of her body, fingers splayed against the sofa. Her body sank into the soft cushions, her jet black long hair spilling across the backrest. In her dark eyes was reflected Zhong Shenxiu's face, so close at hand.

Zhong Shenxiu crossed the table and came before Gu Yue. One hand braced beside her cheek, his fingers pressing into the sofa's backrest. His five slightly curled fingers left five shallow indentations in it. His body hovered over hers, less than a fist's distance away. He could feel her breath, and she could feel his heartbeat.

He extended a hand and hooked beneath Gu Yue's fair chin. His fingertips were slightly cool, his finger pads rough, and thick calluses covered the web between his thumb and forefinger. His thumb pressed against her jawbone while his curved index finger caught her chin and gently lifted it.

Gu Yue's chin was raised, her face tilting toward Zhong Shenxiu. Her dark eyes reflected his Light Gold Vertical Pupils, his sharply defined face, and the faintly teasing smile at the corner of his lips.

"Then... my Sister Gu Yue, what are you hiding from