How long has it been since he last felt this way?
Ten years?
Ten years was too long, so long that he'd almost forgotten what it felt like for his heart to pound like a drum.
After his heart had been racing wildly for quite a while, Di Yimo finally snapped back to himself, and at a glance he saw Nangong Xiao's slightly flushed face.
Calling her "a face like a blooming peach blossom" wouldn't be an exaggeration at all—she was especially stunning and tempting. Just that one look, and he almost couldn't hold himself back from kissing her right then and there regardless of the occasion. Luckily he still had a shred of rationality left, so he forced down that impulse.
"Aun—" Di Yimo opened his mouth, his voice inexplicably tinged with a bit of huskiness, and lowered unconsciously, which made it sound all the more seductive for no reason.
The moment Nangong Xiao heard that voice, her heart instantly turned into an utter mess. Damn. Damn. What the hell is going on here?
