A glint flashed across Huang Yize's eyes. This lass was overly smart, but extraordinarily muddled and silly sometimes.
"What are you thinking? Tell me."
Huang Yize allowed Yun Bilu to tug at his sleeves even though she applied too much force. His sleeve was almost ripped off, but he never showed any displeasure at all. Instead, his lips curled into a smile, and he asked, "What do you think I'm thinking about?"
Yun Bilu looked at Huang Yize who had lowered his head. She didn't know why, but her heart started to pound all of a sudden. In particular, she could see her silhouette clearly reflected in Huang Yize's eyes. This sensation was nerve-wracking yet sweet.
She even felt short of breath. Each time Huang Yize got close to her, she always felt this way.
