——"Who is the Miss 'Yage Sylvia' you were calling out to in your dream last night?"
No.
An Su felt sweat trickling down his back.
Despite the warmth under the covers, An Su felt a bone-chilling cold.
He stealthily glanced at Luojia behind him, only to see the Little Saintess lying on her side on the other half of the pillow, her snow-white hair spread out on the bed like fallen snow, her pale little legs dazzlingly bright. She had long since kicked off her little leather shoes, and her slender feet, wrapped in short white socks, curled up, nestled in An Su's warm bedding.
"Mr. An Su, please tell me..."
Her facial expression seemed to show not the slightest ripple, her snow-white eyes still piercingly clear, the corners of her mouth holding a smile that was both warm and cool.
"Who is that girl?"
Her tone was also very calm, as calm as the surface of a tranquil lake.
