Her voice sounded a bit like she was acting coquettish, yet also quite reproachful.
Mo Shiqian's gaze shifted from her wrist to her face, his eyes deepening, his Adam's apple moved, and he chuckled hoarsely, "Blaming me?"
Indeed, he should be the one to blame.
Without him, she wouldn't have done such a foolish thing.
Chi Huan turned her head to look at him, their faces so close they could feel each other's breath.
Gazing into his eyes, she murmured softly, "I blame you."
Locking eyes is a strange thing.
If unintentional, it can be awkward, but with even the slightest spark, it can set a prairie fire that is unstoppable.
Mo Shiqian's deep eyes lingered on her red lips, slowly lowering his head.
"Gurgle..."
At less than a fingertip's distance, the man paused.
Chi Huan's curled and fine eyelashes trembled, her pupils dilated slightly, and her cheeks flushed with heat and turned red.
A deep voice spilled from his throat, extremely deep and with a hint of laughter, "Hungry?"
