With a gulp, everyone forcefully swallowed, their gazes reluctantly withdrawing from their predatory intensity, yet their hearts still quivered lightly.
After dinner, Shasha and the others went to book their rooms for rest. Zhiyan had slept too much that day and wasn't feeling sleepy at all. When the crowd dispersed, only she and Ming Yihan remained.
Since dinner, he had been silent. It didn't seem noticeable with so many people around, but now that they were gone, Zhiyan suddenly felt something was off. Glancing over, she saw his face, cold as frost, his ice-like features hidden in the moonlight, his whole being radiated an ethereal and otherworldly charm.
However, Zhiyan was not in the mood to daydream right now, her eyes blinking rapidly in an attempt to break the silence.
"Um, the moonlight is quite nice tonight," she said, looking up at the full moon and forcing a laugh.
