His fingers lightly brushed against her silky black hair, then moved to her smooth, porcelain face. At that moment, her lips seemed to tempt him, inviting a taste. Leng Mochen gazed at her indulgently. Ever since she fell ill that time, every thought of her felt distinctly different from before.
Reason told him to stay away—she was practically like a little sister to him! But his body gradually closed the distance, drawing closer and closer, until he could feel the soft rhythm of her breath against his face. He inhaled gently, her sweet scent filling the air.
Just one more centimeter and he could touch those soft pink lips, imagining they must feel like jelly. She showed no signs of waking, still deeply asleep! His lips, acting against reason, slowly pressed down onto those enticing lips!
In that moment, his mind went completely blank!
