The corner of his lips lifted. "You're already doing it."
He leaned closer, so close that the scent of cedar and faint wine surrounded her. His voice dropped to a whisper. "But if you keep looking at me like that, I might stop pretending I'm unaffected."
For a moment, Yue Ning forgot how to breathe.
Her mind screamed mission, but her body — her pulse, her trembling fingers betrayed her.
Then, before she could stop herself, she whispered, "Maybe that's the point."
Huo Feng froze. Surprise flickered across his features, then a low laugh escaped him. "You're full of surprises tonight, Ning Ning."
"Is that a compliment?" she asked, her tone light, though her voice was husky now.
"More like a warning," he replied, brushing his thumb along her jawline, his touch both tender and commanding. "Because if you keep tempting me like this, I'll make you take responsibility."
