Not only that, the scenes in the painting were so lifelike that they seemed about to move...
A strange noise seemed to echo in Ye Yiheng's ears while his legs were as if nailed to the ground, immobile.
Leng Yu Yan's pupils trembled with shock, intending to close the book, but her hands were caught by him, unable to struggle free.
Her struggles snapped Ye Yiheng out of his shock, and he quickly regained his composure, forcefully closing the book with his distinctively jointed hands.
In an instant, a suspicious blush spread across his cold and handsome face, following the delicate line of his jaw down to his neck, and the hand grasping Leng Yu Yan's suddenly tightened even more.
That hand, which had opened and then closed the book, felt numb and out of place. Clenching his fist hard did no good, so he moved it behind his back and calmed it down by channeling Inner Strength into his palm.
It was less about calming his hand and more about calming himself.
