Huang Xiaolong was indifferent to the fiery eyes of envy from the genius disciples of the surrounding nations. He remained seated, continuing to appear nonchalant.
"Your name is Huang Xiaolong, right?" After sitting down, Cui Li turned her face and asked Huang Xiaolong.
Huang Xiaolong turned his face to look over.
Seeing her face up close, Cui Li's sweet smile carried a hint of enchantment—her dainty nose and cherry lips that seemed ripe and lush were stirring to the heart.
The two sat very close, only an arm's distance apart. Huang Xiaolong could touch Cui Li's face or even lower with an outstretched hand.
Cui Li's beautiful eyes gazed at Huang Xiaolong, and their eyes met for a good three to four breaths.
"Not bad," Huang Xiaolong nodded.
Since Cui Li knew his name was Huang Xiaolong, her sitting beside him was clearly no coincidence.
