As the two of them drew closer, the crisp scent of fresh snow drifted, wisp by wisp, into Jiang Xinli's nostrils.
Her reflection was all that filled the man's clear, pool-like green eyes.
His warm breath, slightly ragged and trembling, gently washed over Jiang Xinli's face.
The tips of her ears turned red.
Just as she was about to involuntarily close her eyes, the faces of Sheng Tianze and the others suddenly flashed through her mind.
Along with them, she saw the flawless, red Full Moon Sand on Bai Yao's palm.
She held her breath and turned her head away.
"Little Li... don't hide from me." Bai Yao's voice was a little hoarse. His well-defined hand suddenly cupped her chin.
The grip wasn't heavy, yet it left no room for resistance.
Before Jiang Xinli could react, his cool lips were already on hers.
His lips trembled slightly.
Jiang Xinli wanted to push him away. She placed her palm on his chest, but it felt like pressing against a wall of searing-hot stone.
