One hand holding the phoenix crown, the other covering Du Yunluo's neck, Mu Lianxiao applied gentle pressure with his fingers.
The calloused fingertips brushed across the back of her neck, and Du Yunluo instinctively shrank her neck, her body slightly tense.
In stark contrast, Mu Lianxiao found the skin beneath his touch smooth and soft as white jade, pressing so lightly that he was afraid his pressure might hurt Du Yunluo.
Du Yunluo leaned slightly against Mu Lianxiao, deliberately ignoring the hand lingering on her neck, and asked, "Aren't you going out to toast?"
Mu Lianxiao hesitated slightly, muttered a response, and only then slowly withdrew his hand: "I'll have someone bring you something to eat."
Du Yunluo nodded and looked up at Mu Lianxiao; they were so close that their breaths were audible.
She saw Mu Lianxiao's eyes darken a bit.
Just when Du Yunluo thought Mu Lianxiao might embrace or kiss her, he abruptly distanced himself, getting up to leave.
