Chen Muxue looked at the slightly bizarre item he had, even she couldn't help but frown: "You... what's wrong?"
Cen Lizhui had his back to her and didn't respond.
This made her even more anxious: "Are you hurt? Doesn't seem like it... Maybe we should rest for a bit? You say you're not called Zhui Li? Oh, I get it, we weren't that familiar before, so using a fake name is understandable..."
Seeing Cen Lizhui remain silent, even someone as carefree as Chen Muxue couldn't keep talking, she awkwardly shrank her neck, carefully recalling if she had done something to offend him.
Could it be because at the underground altar she touched... no, she patted his chest? No way, a grown man wouldn't be that sensitive, right?
"Why aren't you talking?" Cen Lizhui suddenly spoke, his voice seemingly weak.
