Lu Moqing's hand paused for a moment, and the next second, he understood what she wanted to say. He lowered his gaze to look at Qiaoxu with the corner of his mouth slightly curved.
"Do you really want Qiao Yi to stay by my side a little longer?"
She raised her eyes to look at him, her pupils clear and translucent, and the bottom of her black and white eyes was still filled with forcibly suppressed expectation.
It was as if all her thoughts at the bottom of her heart could run out through these eyes, even if they were so clean and free from dust.
But Lu Moqing, looking at these eyes, felt they were so hot and scorching that they stirred up that calm place deep in his heart.
"It depends on your attitude towards me."
Seeing that the water on her hair was almost dry, Lu Moqing stopped the motion and slightly bent his body. His nose tip was closer to Qiaoxu's face by a few inches.
