This moment with you

The moment their lips were barely apart, Zhao Yan stilled.

His breath was shallow, the warmth of her skin drawing him in like an irresistible pull.

She was right there.

So close.

All he had to do was close the distance, and he would finally taste the softness of her lips—the lips he had been wanting to claim for himself.

For the first time, he could feel her presence so intimately, the space between them nearly nonexistent.

If he just moved a little more…

Just a fraction of an inch…

All of his desires would be fulfilled.

He had imagined this moment countless times, envisioned what it would feel like to have her completely his.

But now that she was in front of him, fragile and still recovering, something in his heart told him—not yet.

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Zhao Yan's eyes drifted upward, drawn to her delicate face.

Her lashes were trembling.

Her hands were clenched into small fists against his chest.