He was only wearing a pair of short underwear, his pale skin blatantly exposed in the snowy weather, with droplets following the clear lines of his chest flowing smoothly, rolling into the embrace they shared.
In front of her, his long eyebrows reached into his temples, his phoenix eyes deep, his nose bridge high, and his jawline smooth and delicate, resembling both a demon and a celestial being.
Looking at the handsome face getting closer and closer, Leng Yu Yan suddenly found it hard to breathe, her heart beating chaotically.
The distance between their faces grew increasingly close, the ambiguous air currents surged more intensely.
Instinctively, she raised her hand to cover her lips.
Noticing that, Ye Yiheng's expression subtly changed, knowing she was scared, he didn't force her, just gently grabbed the hand on her lips, kissing away the snowflake hanging on her eyelashes.
She quietly exhaled.
