A sudden gust of wind swept past outside, causing the window lattices to rattle softly. The swaying shadows of the trees cast patterns on the curtains, mirroring the rhythm of their intertwined heartbeats. Gu Tingchuan’s arm tightened, pulling her closer until his lips were nearly brushing her earlobe.
His voice was a mere murmur, heavy with an irresistible, possessive intensity. Shen Niantang’s heart hammered against her ribs like a drum, her fingertips unconsciously clutching his lapel. Moonlight leaked through a gap in the clouds, illuminating the man’s taut jawline and the steady bobbing of his Adam’s apple. She suddenly realized that the Gu Tingchuan before her was a far cry from the composed, restrained regiment commander she knew by day. The raw desire swirling in his eyes was both alien and heart-stopping.
Sensing her tension, Gu Tingchuan’s thumb gently stroked her spine, as if soothing a startled animal.
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