However, Nan Fei knew this was definitely not an illusion, as she could still feel the breath he left on her lips. Like a child who was caught doing something wrong, she quickly turned around, her gaze darting in all directions.
Fearing that their intimacy would be discovered, she was relieved to see that the place was now devoid of breakfast goers. The owner was preoccupied with his tasks, his back turned towards them.
Her subconscious movements did not escape Huo Beijiang's deep and penetrating gaze. He seemed slightly pleased as he watched her unease.
"Excellent! No fever. Seems like you've been good and taken your medicine." He touched his lips casually, a simple gesture which held an immeasurable amount of charm.
It was enough to leave one dumbfounded.
Nan Fei wanted to cover her face, her heart pounding violently, her chest pounding as if hosting a Little Deer.
