Chen Yuan felt his mouth dry and his tongue parched all of a sudden.
Barefoot, Fu Xiaoqing approached him slowly with a sweet and tempting smile on her lovely face.
"Why is there suddenly fog inside the villa? It's really strange," she said beside Chen Yuan, her voice tinged with a coquettish tone.
Although the fog had felt somewhat peculiar, it had made her feel more comfortable overall.
"Why are you always staring at me?" Fu Xiaoqing, seeing Chen Yuan silent and just gazing straight at her, asked shyly.
Though she appeared bashful, the fact that Chen Yuan was staring intently pleased her inwardly.
My figure and appearance are quite attractive after all.
Now you see the charm I possess, don't you?
Fu Xiaoqing, somewhat smug, first tilted her face to look at Chen Yuan, only to notice that something was off in his gaze.
Following his line of sight, she looked down.
"Ah~"
It was then that Fu Xiaoqing realized her shirt had gotten wet from the strange fog.
