The man's palm was hot, pressing firmly against her lower back, holding her tight in his embrace.
As he spoke, she could even feel his lips sliding over her own.
His eyes held an unfathomable depth of black she couldn't understand.
Ye Li's eyes twinkled slightly, "Fu Yanci, have you ever tried to climb through a girl's window?"
His grasp loosened a little, and Fu Yanci leaned in closer, kissing the girl's soft, sweet lips, "I planned it, but it was unsuccessful."
Ye Li's eyes shone even brighter.
Everyone in Imperial City knew that Fu Yanci was cold and unemotional, disinterested in women.
Some even secretly speculated whether his interests lay elsewhere.
Every time she saw Fu Yanci at Zhou Mansion, glimpsing the tall figure and long-legged silhouette of the man, then going home to look at her treasured comics, Ye Li would wrestle with herself.
Should she see herself as the domineering and fierce protagonist,
Or the delicate and soft one, easy to push over?