Mu Lin's lips pressed against Yang Wei's.
Even unconscious I still make a woman weak in the knees. Why I am so outstanding? Yang Wei asked himself.
Unsure of what to do, he chose to open his eyes.
Continuing the kiss, Mu Lin felt his breath through his nose and said "Hm?" as she opened her eyes.
Their eyes locked, lips still pressed together.
Yang Wei managed to utter, "Good day, Lin'er," his words slightly muffled by the intimate lip-to-lip contact
Mu Lin blushed furiously, hastily retreating from the bed. Pointing at Yang Wei as she quivered, she stammered, "H... How are you awake?"
Yang Wei took a seated position, assuring her, "Relax, I woke up a few hours ago."
Flustered, Mu Lin asked, "D... Did you hear anything I said..." the more she spoke, the more her cheeks reddened.
Standing up, Yang Wei did a cross-arm stretch, casually mentioning, "Yeah, watched you sniff my burnt clothes."
Mu Lin glared at him with gritted teeth. Her fingers folded so tightly into her palm that her fists had throbbing veins.
Smirking, Yang Wei continued, "No need to get all offended. Don't worry, I surely didn't see you enjoy it..."
Mu Lin cleared her throat, eyes closed, and looked away. Defiantly, she claimed, "I... I was just making sure your clothes meet recommended daily freshness standards, nothing more. Carry on." She headed towards the door in a partly embarrassed manner.
However, Yang Wei grabbed her wrist, pulling her into him. Resting against his chest, Mu Lin's body touched his shirtless, muscular chest. She looked to the side, questioning his intentions. "What are you... trying to do? I made it clear I don't want anything to do with you," she halfheartedly protested.
Yang Wei lifted her chin with his free hand, smiling, "If that's the truth, you wouldn't have kissed me."
"That was a mistake. I couldn't care less about you."
"Then why are you here?"
Mu Lin remained silent, gazing at him with her big, brown eyes.
Taking a more serious tone, Yang Wei delved into his observations.
"I know when you're faking embarrassment to charm others, you tuck your hair behind your ear. When you're genuinely flustered, you clear your throat, close your eyes, and to maintain your lost composure you fold your arms, and look away," he revealed, pausing for a reaction.
Mu Lin remained stoic.
Yang Wei continued, "And when you're truly hurt, you do everything I just said earlier... everything."
Detail after detail spilled out.
"You're not a fan of mung beans or cooking with them, and you steer clear of excessive spices, even though you know they're essential in almost every dish you know how to make. Despite your seductive personality, you've never once thought about using your body to please a man. What's more, you're a bit green when it comes to matters of the heart."
Mu Lin's breathing grew heavy, but she maintained her silence.
Undeterred, Yang Wei pressed on.
"You're really interested in religion, evident from how you hung at the front in the prayer room. But paradoxically, you're cool with showing a bit of skin to charm men, whether you're looking to manipulate them or you're genuinely into them."
"Stop!" said an exasperated Mu Lin.
He didn't. "Despite wearing black and gold threads exclusively, your favorite color is brown. It's all about those brown eyes of yours—I caught onto that with your brown shoes and the fact that your temple prayer attire is brown."
"I told you to stop already..." Mu Lin spoke with a shivering voice.
Yang Wei walked closer a bit. "And I didn't feel like it."
"Why?"
"Huh?"
"Why are you doing all this? Why do you care all of sudden?"
Yang Wei sighed. "I've always cared, Lin'er. You just didn't give me a chance to show you," he replied.
"Yang Wei... Can I... Can I tell you something?" Mu Lin requested.