The man's brows and eyes were deep and restrained, the ends of his peach blossom eyes seemed to hook the spring color, with hooks that made Song Yi's heart pound.
How did he say that out loud...
Seeing that she was motionless, he stared at her face for a while, then suddenly raised his hand, removed the hand she had covered: "Listen, I still have a task on me, we need to hurry."
His voice and tone were very gentle.
Song Yi felt an incredibly close distance, no longer the previous feeling of closeness yet aloofness.
Song Yi saw his calm eyes, without any extra thoughts, silently, obediently listened…
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her soft body into his arms, his head swept past her shoulder, looking at the buckle behind her.
With both hands, he undid it.
Their proximity was so close that even breaths could be heard. Such a scene was inexplicably hot and ambiguous.
A certain desire silently spread and grew.
