Di Siyu stared at her lips, stained with the juice of the Blood Fruit. His eyelashes trembled violently, and the hands cupping her face shook slightly. He took a deep, covert breath and slowly leaned in, his eyes filled with absolute devotion.
For some reason, Feng Ning grew nervous as well. She curled her fingers slightly, and at that moment, she felt what her Junior Brother had described as a heartbeat truly beyond her control.
"Ouch... Hiss..."
Chapter 415