Lu Jianshen inched closer, his eyes unblinkingly fixed on Yin Ci.
Yin Ci could not resist, slightly retreated, with a hint of red spreading on the tips of her ears.
She avoided his gaze, but her mouth ruthlessly asked, "What do you mean?"
Lu Jianshen, with a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times, his voice deep, retorted, "What do you think?"
The warm yellow light of the living room lingered between the two, creating an intimate atmosphere.
The temperature in the room swiftly rose, adding an air of romance.
With a flushed face, Yin Ci spoke with a heavy breath, asking, "Don't you think it's too warm?"
She wanted to change the subject and cover up the real reason for her blushing.
Lu Jianshen understood her intention and derailed the topic again, "Does it? Isn't this a normal temperature?"
He did not stop there; he further exposed, "Why is your face red?"
Yin Ci: "..."