Coming from anyone else, it would have sounded like a madman's ravings, a flight of fancy.
But when these words came from Shen Huoshui's plush, ruby-red lips, they carried an inexplicable conviction.
She was always doing the unexpected.
So he said, "Why bring this up all of a sudden... Are you interested?"
His refined, deep-set eyes watched her quietly, and his long, interlocked fingers tightened their grip without him realizing it.
Shen Lang said casually, "I have a concept."
Before she could finish, Yun Mo raised a hand, gesturing for her to come closer. "We can talk about that in a moment... Come here."
Shen Lang raised an eyebrow and slowly walked over. "What is it?"
Yun Mo: "Closer."
Shen Lang: "...Fine."
She bent down and moved closer, her limpid, crystalline eyes gazing straight into his.
Yun Mo's eyes darkened slightly. He lifted his slender fingertips, as if wanting to touch her hair, but they paused in mid-air, only tracing a phantom caress.
