She bit her lip. "Not bad, big scary villain. Not bad at all."
Moonlight bathed her face, catching the soft curve of her lips and the shimmer in her eyes. She leaned forward unconsciously, the charm of the moment pulling her closer.
She didn't realize Su Xiaobai had already noticed her.
In the lake's reflection, her shadow betrayed her hiding place.
A smirk tugged at his lips. 'Caught you, little sparrow.'
He continued his work, acting as if he hadn't seen her. The inscriber's glow pulsed in rhythm with his movements, his fingers steady as they etched celestial patterns.
Ling Er's gaze lingered on his hands, then drifted lower.
Her face burned. Stop it, stop it, stop it! You're not supposed to think about that!
But she couldn't help herself. His stance, his focus, even the way his robe was soaked after hours of training—it was maddening.
"What's wrong with me?!" she whispered, shaking her head furiously.
