Blood surged upward, flooding out, converging into a singular force like a river from the ancient sea, roaring past.
Lu Hechen, looking down at Weilan, supported her bottom with his hands to prevent her from sliding down.
His breathing was somewhat rapid, which always happened whenever he faced her.
"Weilan..." Lu Hechen's voice sounded even more hoarse.
Weilan drew closer to his handsome face.
Beneath the skin, his visage was somewhat pale, but it held his warmth, and he carried a faint scent of tobacco with a hint of mint. His shirt was a bit wrinkled, likely due to the long journey.
She gazed into his eyes, absorbing the scent of him.
Suddenly, she realized that the reason he had Jin Min pay attention to her, call to inquire about her, was simply because of his worry for her, because of his possessiveness.
A man's possessiveness towards a woman stems precisely from his feelings; what is there to talk about if there are no instincts?