Huo Tingxiao exerted a bit of force and pulled her into his arms, his eyes alarmingly bright. Mu Lan glared at him, warning,
"If you keep pestering me like this, I won't even consider it."
Sure enough, her words were effective—Huo Tingxiao dared not continue his antics, but he didn't let go either.
He just kept looking at her, silent.
Mu Lan felt on edge under his intense gaze and looked away. The usually icy person turning so passionate was really a challenge to handle.
"Don't look at me like that."
Huo Tingxiao's eyes were fervent, almost searing.
"You are really beautiful."
"..."
Who doesn't love compliments? Mu Lan knew she was no exception. But luckily, she still had her wits about her, or else the sly look in Huo Tingxiao's eyes would have completely bewitched her.
"Nonsense, of course, I know I am beautiful. No need for you to say it.
Let go!"
