Nangong Ran's eyes instantly widened, her heart pounding like a drum. She completely lost her composure.
When she looked up, she locked eyes with his deep and enigmatic gaze. For the first time, Nangong Ran thought his eyes were actually pretty captivating.
In those eyes, she could clearly see her own reflection—the version of herself inside looked anxious and unsettled.
This was probably the first time she and Di Mingchen had been this close, and right now, the way they were felt nothing like between just friends.
"Mingchen, what are you doing?" she couldn't help but ask again, not realizing her voice was shaking.
Di Mingchen still didn't say anything, just stared at her.
One second, two seconds, and just when Nangong Ran couldn't stand the intensity of his gaze anymore, he suddenly leaned in a little, pulling her into his arms.
Nangong Ran froze for a second and instinctively tried to struggle, but his low, magnetic voice sounded in her ear.
