Jun Moyan stretched out his hand, moving closer to her, his warm palm covering her small face, his long fingers sinking into her hair.
His thumb gently stroked her delicate eyebrows, eyes, nose…
His tender gaze meticulously surveyed her exquisite features, as if he wanted to etch her face into his heart, to remember for a lifetime.
Yet unbeknownst to him, her face, this person, had already taken residence in his heart.
Everyone in Wu Garden knew he liked Wen Xiao'ai, except for himself.
He still thought of Xiaoguai as just Xiaoguai.
His fingertip moved from her delicate nose, slowly landing on her lips.
Jun Moyan, with a hint of inebriation in his eyes, fixated on her lips, unable to look away.
All sorts of images flashed before his eyes.
