The crystal chandelier overhead cast brilliant points of light, like a dazzling starscape enveloping them.
Jiang Youchen was tense all over, his head lowered to look at the person in his arms.
They were mere inches apart, their breathing clearly audible.
His dark eyes widened slightly. The sudden warmth of her proximity sent a jolt of shock through him.
It was like approaching a soap bubble; he dared not even move, fearing the slightest disturbance would pop it.
Seeing he wasn't reacting, Jiang Qingli grew annoyed. She butted her head against his chest, her voice fierce yet muffled. "You lied to me."
Jiang Youchen breathed shallowly, his voice hoarse. "Lied to you about what?"
The girl lifted her face, her features crumpled in a pitiful frown. Forgetting the composure she usually cared so much about, she accused him unhappily.
"You—you said just a few hours ago that you weren't dating anyone behind my back, but then... but then..."
