How long has it been since he last felt this way?
Ten years?
Ten years was too long, so long that he’d almost forgotten what it felt like for his heart to pound like a drum.
After his heart had been racing wildly for quite a while, Di Yimo finally snapped back to himself, and at a glance he saw Nangong Xiao’s slightly flushed face.
Calling her "a face like a blooming peach blossom" wouldn’t be an exaggeration at all—she was especially stunning and tempting. Just that one look, and he almost couldn’t hold himself back from kissing her right then and there regardless of the occasion. Luckily he still had a shred of rationality left, so he forced down that impulse.
"Aun—" Di Yimo opened his mouth, his voice inexplicably tinged with a bit of huskiness, and lowered unconsciously, which made it sound all the more seductive for no reason.
The moment Nangong Xiao heard that voice, her heart instantly turned into an utter mess. Damn. Damn. What the hell is going on here?
Why the hell is Di Yimo calling her like that, so soul-hooking and flirty ahhhhh!
Is he not afraid his girlfriend will see and hear this?
Thinking of that, Nangong Xiao quickly darted a look at Zhao Meiqi, but Zhao Meiqi didn’t seem to care about what they were doing at all. Instead she was chatting away happily with a model sitting next to her, body turned to the side, her face also angled away, completely with her back to Nangong Xiao and Di Yimo.
Nangong Xiao’s heart was pounding as she felt like—damn, this totally felt like sneakin’ around having an aff—fair or something, which was just mortifying.
But with that glance at Zhao Meiqi, of course she also accidentally looked at Di Yimo. Seeing his impossibly handsome, almost unbeatable face, Nangong Xiao felt even more embarrassed and hurriedly pulled her gaze back.
What she didn’t expect was for Di Yimo to lean in again. Once Nangong Xiao felt him move closer, she really didn’t dare to move a single muscle!



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