Feng Guang felt a bit cramped because the coffin was now covered in cherry blossoms. She looked at the man, who was also covered in cherry blossoms, and felt a little embarrassed... and a little shy.
The man picked up a cherry blossom petal that had fallen on her face and smiled gently. "What do these cherry blossoms mean?"
"It's probably... spring has arrived." After she finished speaking, she silently covered her increasingly hot cheeks.
His smile was like a gentle spring breeze. "It seems your spring is brighter than anyone else's."
Feng Guang felt her heart race and asked blankly, "Why did you pull me here to hide?"
"Because I saw that you needed help, and also, I was afraid of that female ghost." He said this with a smile, his eyes showing no other fear besides amusement.
Rationally, she chose not to believe it, but emotionally, she chose to respond by asking, "Aren't you an employee here?"
He was wearing ancient costume, which looked good, but in this day and age, who would wear ancient costume except for acting or taking photos?
"Does it matter whether I work here or not?" He smiled and moved a little closer to her. "I just helped you out, don't you need to thank me?"
"Thank you..." She was forced to step back a little more until her back was against the wall, and she asked spinelessly, "How can I thank you?"
"Take me home." He blinked and moved even closer to her.
With no way to retreat from the limelight, she inexplicably felt sorry for him, seeing him waiting to be taken in. But quickly, she shook her head, banishing these strange thoughts, and curled up into a ball again, asking, "What do you mean by taking you home... Don't you have a home?"
“A long time ago…” A look of melancholy appeared in his handsome eyes, “my home was already gone.”
“That’s all…” Feng Guang’s heart skipped a beat. My God, he was talking to her with such a pitiful and dejected look. Her little heart really couldn’t take it!
The man took her hand, his expectant smile irresistible. "Would you like to take me back?"
Feng Guang felt suffocated. She raised her hand, lifted the coffin, and sat up, breathing heavily. Cherry blossoms had already bloomed inside the coffin, and her other hand was still being held by the man.
He sat up, gently lifted her bangs, and pressed his forehead against hers. "You don't have a fever... why is your face so hot?"
He cupped her cheeks in his hands, forcing her to look up at him.
Feng Guang felt a strange comfort in the sweltering heat; his hands were cool and refreshing. But looking closely at his face, especially into his dark, night-like eyes, she felt her head spinning. She stammered, "You...you...don't get so close to me..."
"Why can't I get closer to you?" He asked, puzzled, and lowered his head slightly, so close that it seemed he could touch her lips if he wanted to.
She sensitively sensed that he had completely aroused her hormones. Feng Guang had always been fond of pleasing things, whether men or women; as long as someone was good-looking, she would definitely take a second look. But this man was different. It wasn't that he was exceptionally handsome or stunningly beautiful, but rather the indescribable look in his eyes and the extraordinary aura he exuded. From the moment she couldn't help but look at him for the first time, she couldn't take her eyes off him.
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