The world around them suddenly fell silent. The air grew still. Hearts and breaths seemed to stop. Because Bei Mingyuan had walked up to Xin Huohuo, stopped, and raised a hand to gently rest it on her right shoulder.
His touch was so light it made the hairs on her arms stand on end. His warm palm met her damp, cool skin, sending a tingling numbness through her until she couldn't even tell if her shoulder was still her own.
'He's not about to... you know, right now, is he?'
'Not that I'm unwilling, but this is a bit sudden...'
It felt as if a fever was starting in her throat; she couldn't utter a single syllable, let alone a word. He hadn't done anything yet, but she was already starting to tremble. Then, he reached out with his other hand, wrapped it around her waist, and with a gentle tug, pulled her entire body into his warm embrace.
He lowered his head slightly, his chin brushing against her damp hair before moving slowly downward.
