Feeling the sudden chill down her spine, Yu Ming gulped her saliva down and turned her head away from Xin Yan. She could feel her scalp going numb under her sharp eyes, those eyes reminded her of someone else.
The only person she feared and still does after the death of her father.
Unknown to herself, Yu Ming had instinctively straightened her posture from a seductive one to a graceful one. As if it was engraved in her bones to act like that under that kind of gaze.
She chuckled to cover her anxiety and put on a calm demeanor. Taking out a pot of tea from her storage ring, she passed it to Noah and Xin Yan, while pouring one for herself. She really needed a good tea to calm her nerves.
"Fufu~ Indeed, I am impressed how mature you are for your age."
Noah merely smiled at her flattery and did not take it to heart, he could see that she was trying to cover up her emotions.
