Yun Yun released Xiao Yao's wrist and slowly raised her hand, gently caressing his face. "Xiao Yao, I... I don't know exactly... when I started... liking you..."
Yun Yun's fingertips lightly brushed across his cheek, carrying the warmth of a slight intoxication. They fell upon his skin like feathers, yet made an intense itch rise in his chest, even causing his heartbeat to skip.
"Yun Yun, if you keep tempting me like this, I'm afraid I really won't be able to restrain myself."
He lowered his head to look at her. Under the moonlight, her eyes still shimmered with unshed moisture, while her tear-stained cheeks were tinged a pale pink. Even her uncertainly soft tone when she confessed her feelings felt more genuine than ever.
He had only ever seen her dignified and imposing side before. Only now did he realize how stirring she was when she let down her guard and revealed her heart.
Hearing this, Yun Yun's fingertips suddenly froze against his cheek, and her lashes trembled even more fiercely.
The moisture in her eyes was instantly colored with panic. Like a startled fawn, even her breathing grew softer. "I... I didn't..."
Before she could finish, her voice had already softened away.
She could clearly feel the heat of his cheek beneath her palm, as well as the warm breath falling over the back of her hand whenever he breathed. Her heart pounded as if it would burst from her chest, and her cheeks grew even hotter.
Seeing Yun Yun so flustered and at a loss, the heat Xiao Yao had been stirred into feeling was instead mixed with amusement.
He did not tease her further. He merely raised his hand and gently held the hand she had placed against his face, his voice carrying helpless indulgence. "I