"An undead—more precisely, a lich."
Yao Ziyan helped Luo Chuan straighten his clothes, leaning close to whisper in his ear.
Warm breath brushed against his ear, making Luo Chuan shrink his neck. "Don't talk like that."
"Hm?"
Yao Ziyan paused in slight surprise, quickly understood why, and could not help laughing.
Then, as if she had thought of something, the girl slowly leaned closer and gently blew into Luo Chuan's ear.
Luo Chuan immediately shivered. Taking a deep breath, he abruptly turned around, one hand pressed against the wardrobe behind him as he looked at Yao Ziyan before him.
The girl's violet eyes blinked softly, revealing an innocent expression, before she slowly closed them.
Her cherry-colored lips parted slightly, releasing waves of warm breath. Perhaps because she was nervous, her long lashes trembled like butterfly wings, and her hand unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.
Yao Ziyan only felt her heart racing, her thoughts a complete mess. She had no idea how things had somehow turned into this.
What was she supposed to do now?
What should she do if she was so nervous?
What would Luo Chuan do?
Question after question surfaced in Yao Ziyan's heart. She had read plenty of scenes in novels and stories similar to this one, yet she could not recall anything related to them now. All she could do was stand there foolishly, as though she had lost control over her body.
Very soon, Yao Ziyan sensed the breath exhaled by the person before her, while the light she perceived through her closed eyes gradually dimmed.
So close...
She could not help thinking to herself.
What would Luo Chuan do next...?
She soon received the answer.
Luo Chuan looked at the girl before him. Her eyes were closed, and a trace of