"Can you tell what I'm about to do?"
Tang Chuxia's smile expanded, leaning completely into Lin Qingchen's embrace.
Lin Qingchen's eyes remained clear, only raising his hands to hold Tang Chuxia's shoulders.
"No idea!"
Clear and direct.
Tang Chuxia's finger skipped over his nose, landing on the center of his brow.
The cool pad of her finger on Lin Qingchen's brow made him feel a jolt to the head, and then he closed his eyes, reopening them swiftly.
"Now do you know?"
Tang Chuxia asked again.
Lin Qingchen suddenly laughed.
That face was truly enchanting; if Tang Chuxia was a little demon turned human, then Lin Qingchen was like an exiled immortal descending into the mortal world, dazzling and radiant, yet bringing endless happiness to those around.
Even Gu Nanzhi, hiding behind the door, covered her mouth with both hands, letting out a silent scream.
Too good-looking!
He was simply the Luoshui Flower God, captivating and alluring.
