Si Jinghuai leaned so close that he could almost see the delicate down on her fair skin. She exuded a faint scent of jasmine, a bit like the smell of the milk tea he bought for her a few days ago. It was very refreshing, and when he inhaled it into his nose, he felt his whole body soothed.

Mu Ci seemed to be frightened by his sudden action. There was no place to hide. He could only look at his lips that were almost touching his cheek. He pursed his lips tightly and didn't even ...