She stared blankly at Baili An, her small hand still resting on his chest, her fingertips tinged with a rosy warmth entwining a strand of the young man's hair, black and white, like snow entangled with ink.
The two of them gazed at each other for a long, long time...
Baili An couldn't lie still anymore; his cheeks began to flush and burn, and his gaze started to evade.
However, Yin Baishuang's gaze remained unusually calm, so calm that even she found it inconceivable.
Perhaps all the girlish shyness had been expended when she was fully conscious last night; at this moment, surprisingly, she felt as calm as still water, and instead found his current appearance quite amusing.
She remembered something and then felt a bit angry.
Slowly, she squinted her newly opened eyes, her gaze somewhat dangerous: "An engagement with the Taixuan Sect? Hmm?"
Baili An's throat went dry, and his face was filled with embarrassment.
"Do you know where I found you?"
