Lu Xiao's words were so moving they made Su Tang's heart flutter.
"Tangtang…"
He whispered her name, his voice incredibly hoarse, carrying a tantalizing magnetism. "We..."
The rest of his words were swallowed by his sudden closeness.
He leaned down, carrying that unique, reassuring scent that was his alone.
Their breaths mingled, warm and intimate.
Su Tang closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling like a butterfly's wings. Her hand unconsciously clutched the corner of Lu Xiao's shirt.
Suddenly, there was a soft fizzle.
A red candle, at this most tense and romantic moment, burned its last drop of wax, flickered a few times, and went out.
The room instantly grew half as bright, with only the other candle still burning.
The light became even more hazy and intimate, and the flickering shadows on the wall intertwined more deeply.
In the darkness, Lu Xiao's movements seemed to stiffen for a moment.
Su Tang couldn't help but let out a small laugh.
