Wu Ming didn't speak, still staring at her, motionless, not taking a single step back.
Baili Xia fixed her gaze on his eyes. Clearly, she didn't know him — he was a stranger — but the longer she looked, the more familiar he seemed.
Wu Ming… is he wearing fake irises?
She wanted to reach out and touch his scarf, but Wu Ming's gaze suddenly turned cold, carrying traces of resistance.
Feeling his displeasure, Baili Xia quickly raised her hand, retreating from him.
"I'm sorry, I lost control earlier."
Wu Ming still said nothing.
Baili Xia continued, "Since you've already let me see your eyes, can you let me see your face as well?"
This time, Wu Ming merely looked deeply at her before slowly untying his scarf.
As the scarf fell, Baili Xia's breath completely disordered in an instant.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was like this, I'm sorry."
Baili Xia immediately picked up the scarf, wrapping it back around his neck, pulling it up over his face, using it to shield him.
