Time seemed to freeze in that moment. After a good while, Wen Qian finally snapped out of her daze and stammered, "N-no, I'm not leaving."
The man seemed to realize his own loss of composure. He froze for a second, the sharpness and urgency in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a trace of awkwardness and embarrassment.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to begin. In the end, he could only silently turn his face away and keep his back to Wen Qian. But the faint blush on the tips of his ears betrayed his inner turmoil.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Wen Qian realized just how difficult the man before her could be.
After a moment of silence, Wen Qian slowly walked toward him. The man's bare back visibly tensed, his muscles rippling with definition.
Wen Qian's fingertips slid down his hair, gently combing through the strands as if to soothe him.
