"Where is your tribe's Witch Doctor? I'll go get some medicine for you." An Jin started to get up.
Xi pulled her back, locking her tightly in his arms. He lowered his voice and murmured:
"I'm not sick."
Caught off guard, An Jin stumbled into his embrace, her hands unconsciously wrapping around his neck as he leaned down. She looked up at him, stunned. "Then what is this...?"
The Merfolk before her was breathtakingly beautiful, with a cool and aloof air. His deep blue, slitted pupils were fixed on her, his long, curled eyelashes usually tinged with a hint of allure.
"Ah Jin, do you like me?"
He suddenly asked.
This wasn't the first time he'd asked her that. He often pestered her, asking, "Do you like me?" or "Does Ah Jin like Xi?" like a carefree child seeking affection, and An Jin would always give him the answer he wanted.
But this time was different.
His earnest tone and solemn expression were nothing like they had been before.
