"Mmm..."
Chu Yao murmured in protest. It was hard to say whether the honey water was taking effect or if the unfamiliar stimulus had sobered her up a bit. Her eyes fluttered open, dewy and glistening.
Lu Xize finally released her crimson lips and lifted his head. Their eyes met—his, dark and deep; hers, bright and glistening.
"Brother Lu?"
The scent of fruit wine was still on Chu Yao's breath as she spoke. Her throat seemed a little dry, making her voice sound a bit hoarse, yet all the more soft and delicate for it.
"Mm."
Lu Xize's Adam's apple bobbed as he responded in a low voice.
Chu Yao blinked slowly a couple of times, tilted her head slightly, and then slowly closed her eyes again. "Brother Lu, why didn't you want me back then?"
Her voice was very light and soft, her enunciation not quite clear.
But Lu Xize heard her.
