Pei Yuanchen lowered his gaze to look at her delicate white face.
Fantasy and reality seemed to overlap suddenly.
He slowly lifted his hands to grasp her waist, the slender and soft touch making his gaze even darker.
Ziyi was a bit stunned: "Uncle Xiaobao, your eyes..."
"Who told you to come over?" he interrupted her, his voice terribly hoarse.
"I... you weren't answering my calls, I was really worried." Ziyi looked up at him, "I was afraid you'd leave quietly again like last time."
Pei Yuanchen's Adam's apple moved, he carried her inside, lifted a foot to shut the door, then pressed her against it.
Ziyi widened her eyes but said nothing.
Pei Yuanchen's right hand brushed her cheek, his voice still hoarse: "Who brought you over?"
"I called Ayuan, she's still downstairs... um..." Ziyi's words had only gotten halfway when her mouth was blocked.
Pei Yuanchen kissed her deeply.
It wasn't his first time kissing her, but the sensation was more profound than before.
