"Stay like this…" she murmured, her voice still shaky, the ghost of her earlier hysteria lingering.
Huo Ting Cheng lowered his chin, lips brushing the crown of her hair. His breath was shallow and heavy. "You are not allowed to scare me like that again."
Her lips curved faintly, hidden in the shadow of his chest, but her voice trembled sweetly as though still vulnerable. "Then don't push me away."
Silence stretched. His hand, usually cold and disciplined, smoothed down her back in a slow, grounding motion. It was almost tender, though his touch was possessive, anchoring her firmly against him, as though she might vanish if he loosened his grip even slightly.
Tang Fei shifted closer, her small body almost melting into his as she nestled beneath his chin. The intimacy was disarming, dangerous; his icy armor cracked with every second she lingered there.
