His voice was gentle and ethereal when he spoke, carrying a dreamy aura.
It seemed like a spring breeze, subtly penetrating one's heart, giving a sense of utmost comfort and reassurance.
It was as if he possessed an inherent, steady charm.
Making people instinctively trust and believe in him.
Su Muyao's expression changed slightly, and she regained her composure, saying, "No need, I don't eat."
She wouldn't casually eat anything offered by strangers.
"Not fond of food made from peach blossoms, are you? Then I'll make something else for you."
"Whatever you like, I can make it for you!"
The gentle voice carried an elusive hint of temptation, causing Su Muyao's Heart String to almost skip a beat.
She resisted being swayed, saying, "No worries, I don't want to trouble you!"
"I should be heading back!"
As she spoke, Su Muyao prepared to get up and leave, but the man gently caught Su Muyao's wrist, "You've been looking at my mask—do you want to take it off and have a look?"
