Augustine watched Su Yaoyao's bashful expression, and the love in his heart surged like a bursting dam.
He slowly drew near, a hint of desire in his eyes. One hand rested gently on Su Yaoyao's waist, pulling her into his embrace as he said in a low, husky voice, "Yaoyao..."
His tone seemed to silently convey endless longing and desire. He tilted his head up slightly, his lips slowly approaching hers until his warm breath ghosted across her cheek.
Just as Augustine's lips were about to touch hers, Su Yaoyao seemed to remember something, and her expression changed in an instant.
She subconsciously raised her hands and gave Augustine a gentle but firm push, her eyes filled with panic and anxiety.
Augustine was stunned by the sudden move. The passion in his eyes was instantly replaced by confusion. He frowned slightly, looked at Su Yaoyao, and asked softly, "What's wrong, Yaoyao?"
