Tang Xiaobai stood on a stone that wasn't very high, and once she got up, she was still half a head shorter than Li Mu.
At this moment, he slightly lowered his head, looking down at her from above, with some emotions seemingly rampaging in his eyes—impulse and restraint alternated swiftly, making Tang Xiaobai's heart pound.
Suddenly, his scorching gaze swept over her lips.
"Boom!"
Tang Xiaobai's mind erupted instantly, reflexively covering his mouth.
Sudden silence.
Their eyes met, with confusion and bewilderment in his gaze.
Tang Xiaobai was a bit stunned.
How...
Her face flushed hotly.
This, this, this, could it be... he didn't mean that?
When he was staring at her earlier, wasn't he...
Thinking of kissing her?
Then what on earth was she doing??
Tang Xiaobai stared directly at her own hand.
Her hand still covered the little master's mouth, his breath brushing against her fingertips, feeling somewhat warm.
If she moved down a bit, she could touch his chin.
