Old Li was apparently not satisfied yet, as he reached out and gave Lu Xiao's strong biceps a few pats, admiring, "Just look at that solid muscle, I bet you could lift someone sitting on your arm with ease!"
With the proud look on Old Li's face, anyone who didn't know better might think he was talking about his own arm.
However, after those words—
Wen Xian's movements froze, and she slowly raised her head...
Lu Xiao, who had been silently dissolving a bowl of yak butter tsampa in his tea, also stiffened when his arm was patted.
With a slight frown, he glanced at Old Li patting his arm and then, as if sensing something else, his eyelids lifted slightly, looking across the room.
"..."
A subtle atmosphere suddenly permeated the air.
Wen Xian looked at him blankly, her eyes naturally captivating as if they contained pools of spring water, and now they met Lu Xiao's gaze.
She looked at him, he looked at her, their eyes colliding inevitably at that moment…!
