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As Qing reached for the tiger bone face to face, Baiyin's breath was as fragrant as orchids, gently brushing against Su He's chin.
Her fair complexion was but a mere inch away, her clear eyes softly roving. Su He dared not breathe normally, fearful that his rough breath might harm the delicate skin of the beauty before him.
He had never before gazed upon Baiyin from such close quarters, truly a vision of snowy skin, captivating beauty, and grace enough to bring down cities— an extraordinary sight in this world. Yet, she embodied a mischievous spirit, even her brows carried a playful air, especially her starry eyes which, while exceedingly beautiful, always gave one the impression that she harbored no good intentions within.
Not the malice of a vicious woman, but a mixture of cheekiness and a hint of mischief, adding endless charm.
Su He's breathing hitched.
Sensing Su He's irregularity, Baiyin's mouth curled up at the corners, and her brows arched, "Do... do you fancy me?"
