His voice was, as always, pleasant to the ear.
He always liked to linger on the end of his sentences, with a drawn-out and tuned manner, making it sound ambiguous yet tender.
The sound entered her ears, like stones blasting open her heart, making it beat wildly.
His breath and warmth were just inches away.
Long ago, this man was still far from her, and she thought she couldn't win him over.
Now... it's really quite unexpected for her.
Song Yi's gaze trembled as she looked outside.
The southern area was rather remote; although this was a hotel, outside was a garden, pitch black at the moment, with nothing visible.
Song Yi withdrew her gaze, suddenly licking her lips, and looked up at Tang Si.
Her hand gently clutched the fabric of his chest, a charming smile tugging at her lips, "It's... not impossible."
Tang Si's lips curled up, looking down at her, "What isn't impossible?"
"What do you want to try on the balcony?" Song Yi asked.
