Huo Yunjiao gently pinched Qin Ruan's hand back.
He whispered, "I'm off to relieve myself, you browse through the dresses for now."
Qin Ruan didn't let go, holding the cool and slender hand of third master, she asked slowly, "Don't you want to hold me?"
When she uttered these words, Qin Ruan, as always, looked calm and unruffled.
It seemed as if the matter did not carry the same sort of shyness and shame as before.
When Huo Yunjiao lowered his gaze to look at her, his thick long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on his cheeks.
The depth of his eyes made his lazy gaze seem even more dangerously seductive.
The dangerous glint in his eyes was as if he couldn't wait to devour Qin Ruan right at that moment.
Facing his intense gaze, Qin Ruan always felt like she was about to be sucked in by those eyes.
Huo Yunjiao took a deep breath, "Girl, I was teasing you earlier."
His voice was slow and deep, filled with unspeakable complexities.
