If there was anything in which Pei Jue had felt discontent just moments ago, in this instant, as he beheld the gentle dimples framing her smiling face, all the heaviness seemed to dissipate like smoke.
Lady Yun asked him to stay for the New Year.
Just that was enough to drive him wild with joy.
Unfortunately, his travel bag was already packed and everything was ready, leaving no room for him to stay.
"Having Lady Yun's words is enough,"
he murmured, his voice low and warm breath falling on Feng Yun's neck, causing a tingling sensation on her scalp.
She had just casually asked a question, yet he seemed clearly different, his dark eyes holding a spark as if a cluster of fire leapt within them, brushing lightly and slowly, "Do you want this?"
Feng Yun lowered her head.
Seeing the veins on the back of his hand protruding, a sign of his restraint, the indescribable unease in the pit of her stomach strangely disappeared.