Shen Weilan's heart trembled, feeling she shouldn't have responded.
"Do you know what I was about to say next?" Lu Hechen's voice was even more playful.
Weilan, feeling mocked, couldn't admit defeat in her heart, "Whatever you're thinking, of course I know!"
"Oh?"
"Isn't it just that what?"
"Weilan, that what?" Lu Hechen pressed on, moving closer, his tall stature imposing as he approached her and said with a deep voice, "Speak!"
The scent of a man's breath washed over her, fresh with a faint hint of tobacco that was irresistibly enchanting!
Shen Weilan's breathing hitched, her gaze falling onto the human skin mask in his hand.
Then, she lifted her chin, meeting Lu Hechen's eyes, a sly glint in her own.
"Isn't it just you wanting me to help you put on the mask?"
At her words, the man suddenly chuckled, followed by a pleasant, low, and seductive laughter.
Weilan knew she'd changed the subject, pleasing this man!
