His magnetic voice was tender and affectionate as he murmured her name.
Xuan Yang closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly with nervousness. She swallowed and responded with a deep "mm."
That was her reply.
But Zhou Dang didn't say anything more. He just tightened his arm around her waist, as if trying to merge her into his body from behind.
The tight embrace made Xuan Yang afraid to move.
She held her breath and gradually felt Zhou Dang's body heating up.
His scalding body temperature continuously transferred to her, making it increasingly hard to ignore.
Xuan Yang was a bit worried: "You seem very hot. Are you feeling unwell?"
Thinking back to when she had a fever and Zhou Dang took care of her meticulously,
Xuan Yang patted the back of his hand on her waist, signaling him to loosen his grip: "Zhou Dang, let me feel your forehead."
Zhou Dang understood what she meant.
She was simply concerned about him, with pure intentions.
But still, her soft voice stirred something in him, and his voice became husky: "Okay."
He loosened his hold on her waist, allowing her to turn over in his arms, from facing away to facing him.
Their breaths were close, and Xuan Yang suddenly stiffened.
She obviously hadn't expected that turning around would bring her face to face with the man's captivatingly handsome visage.
And he was so close.
So close that she felt she might melt from his scorching breath.
...
For two minutes, they were still.
Xuan Yang calmed herself and adjusted her state.
She pulled one hand out from under the covers, moved back a little, and used the back of her hand to feel Zhou Dang's forehead.
It was warm, not quite scorching but not normal either.
Xuan Yang lingered for a moment.
Zhou Dang's left hand remained on her lower back, holding her loosely.
His beautiful, deep eyes were filled with a dangerous stillness as he gazed at the person so close.
She was truly beautiful.
Her porcelain-white skin had a faint pink flush, like a gentle blooming lotus.
Her cool brows and eyes held genuine concern, her nose was slender and cute, making one want to bite it.
When she worried about him, she would furrow her lovely brows and earnestly gaze into his eyes.
...
Zhou Dang couldn't help leaning in, catching the faint scent of white gardenia from Xuan Yang.
It was subtle and elegant, yet it could unsettle his mind.
Zhou Dang swallowed.
The bobbing of his Adam's apple caught Xuan Yang's eye and was undoubtedly a hint and an enticement.
Xuan Yang's action of checking his forehead temperature froze. When she looked into his deep eyes again, she had the illusion of being bitten by a wild beast.
She instinctively wanted to retreat.
But Zhou Dang's hand on her lower back had already cut off all her escape routes.
As soon as Xuan Yang moved back a little, he pressed her back to him by stroking her spine.
This time, the distance was even closer than before!
Xuan Yang nearly bumped into his slightly parted lips.
"..."
She dared not move, nor retreat.
She just nervously looked at the man's face so close, feeling his increasingly hot breath and the big hand roaming gently on her back.
Zhou Dang unconsciously stroked her, over the thin fabric, tracing her spine to the nape of her neck.
His well-defined hand gently grasped Xuan Yang's slender, beautiful neck.
His handsome face drew near, his thin lips brushing against her ear, deliberately rubbing against her soft, cool earlobe, whispering, "I'm uncomfortable, but not my forehead..."
Zhou Dang's voice was tinged with desire.
Low and magnetic, it was pleasant to the ear.
Although Xuan Yang wasn't particularly sensitive to voices, at that moment she felt a tingling in her scalp and a tremor in her heart.