Su Ningyan let out a heavy breath. "No."
Yan Wuhen visibly relaxed but didn't move away. Instead, he leaned in even closer until their noses brushed.
Ningyan's eyes flickered with that faint ominous glow.
"You can talk to me," he said flatly, "without invading my space."
Wuhen chuckled, low and amused. "And miss this view?"
His gaze lingered on Ningyan's face. "Absolutely not."
Ningyan frowned and placed a hand on his chest, pushing lightly. "I'm fine. Now move. I have somewhere to be."
Wuhen didn't budge. If anything, his eyes lit up with interest, ears perking. "Then I'm coming with you."
Ningyan shot him an unimpressed look. "No. You're not."
Wuhen's smile widened and before Ningyan could step away, he grabbed his arm, pulling him in.
His arms slipped around Ningyan's waist as he buried his face into the crook of his neck, inhaling slowly, like he had all the time in the world.
"Please let me come with you, Yan'er," he murmured.
