LXm... Lin Xiaoman? November 15, 2019, was her birthday!
A current shot up from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. She felt as if she was stepping on marshmallows, floating lightly, and also as if she had been struck by lightning, her whole body stiff. What was going on? Did Shen Qingyue secretly design a wedding ring for her? And hide it so deeply?
Shen Qingyue reacted even faster than her. His deep pupils suddenly shrank under the blue light of the data stream, like a lurking cheetah instantly locking in its prey. He reached out with his backhand and clasped her waist, pressing her whole body close to the screen. His scalding body temperature was transmitted through the thin fabric, making her skin burn. "What did you foresee?" His voice was deep and hoarse, with a slight tremor that was hardly noticeable, like a taut string about to break at any moment.
Lin Xiaoman was startled by his sudden movement and subconsciously reached out to support his back. However, her fingertips unexpectedly touched a raised scar. It was hard, with a slightly rough texture, like some ancient totem branded deep in his skin.
"Don't touch there." He suddenly took a deep breath, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, as if trying his best to suppress some kind of emotion.
Lin Xiaoman withdrew her hand like an electric shock, her heart pounding so hard that it seemed to break through her chest. She foresaw that if she looked up now, she would see his tightly pursed thin lips and slightly trembling eyelashes. When he blinked, his thick eyelashes would even gently brush across her earlobe, bringing a tingling feeling. His hot breath sprayed on the side of her neck, with a faint aroma of coffee mixed with the coolness of mint, teasing her nerves. "Your heartbeat is more honest than your foresight." His voice rang in her ear, deep and sexy, like the low notes of a cello, playing a seductive melody in her heart.
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