Lu Jianjun hovered above her, close—so devastatingly close that she could feel the faint warmth of his breath against her lips. The whiff of his distinctly masculine scent, laced with a deep warmth—enveloped her, making her pulse stutter and her thoughts blur. It blurred her thoughts, made her forget, just for a moment, that she was supposed to keep her distance. Yet, he remained frozen, as if waging a war within himself.
Li Na felt her pulse quicken, her breath hitching in her throat. Her fingers clenched around his, her body instinctively wanting to curl itself that's when his eyes dilated a little and he looked in the eyes again as they flashed, but it wasn't just the restraint that made her breath hitch—it was the way he looked at her.
His dark eyes burned into hers, no longer cold, no longer indifferent. But full of accusations.
