A single sentence, caught off guard, left Ruan Mengxi's mind a little dizzy. Outside, the northern snow swirled like chaotic cotton wool, just like her wildly erratic heartbeat at that moment.
Her ears turned suddenly red, the blush quickly spread across her face, and she lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him.
The words he had spoken echoed repeatedly in her mind, making her heartbeat accelerate the more she thought about them, and even her breathing became labored.
Zeyan looked at her, equally tense.
But since the words had already been spoken, he didn't mind saying them a second time.
"Ruan Mengxi, did you hear what I said?"
"Yes." Ruan Mengxi nodded in response, biting her lip, her emotions were complicated.
Zeyan watched her biting her lip, his gaze growing deeper, particularly with the increasing closeness, which made it hard for anyone to stay focused.
