Amidst the piercing screams, Xi Luting gasped for breath, finally ending that earth-shattering kiss.
When she lifted her head and gazed at Han Lie, her eyes sparkled as if reflecting a galaxy.
"Hey, are you scared?"
She curved her lips into a smile; a natural, cool, yet fragile mischievousness radiated from her delicate face.
What on earth is this sense of fragility? It's essentially a special, fleeting state of vulnerability and beauty that you know cannot last.
Like Xi Luting at this moment: proud, playful, wise, and vivacious, but only for this instant. Once the moment passed, she would return to her usual self, don her mask again, and lose the arresting impact born from these special circumstances.
Still beautiful, but no longer so poignant.
Han Lie sighed and firmly supported her bottom with his large hand.
Then, he squeezed her even closer into his embrace.
"Scared of what?"
