But the next second.
Lu Yinxing looked up.
She happened to see the outline of Xia Ye's chin, and his profile.
He wore a serious expression.
Half of his face was still pressed against the door, as if he was still carefully listening to the sounds outside.
But even half a face was enough to make any girl's heart race.
Plus, they were very close, almost leaning against each other.
Lu Yinxing could almost hear Xia Ye's heartbeat.
Her nose was filled with his pleasant scent.
Lu Yinxing's heart, which had gradually calmed down, started to become active again.
For a moment, Lu Yinxing felt like she was trapped in some sort of illusion.
The person in front of her suddenly seemed unfamiliar, as if he wasn't the Xia Ye she had been with day and night.
And that feeling of familiar unfamiliarity made her heart race uncontrollably.
But quickly, Lu Yinxing snapped back to reality.
What was she just doing?
She was actually swooning over her own brother.
