"..."
Little Li said nothing and reached out to pinch a corner of the red veil.
"Your hand has ideas of its own again."
Li Mo's lips twitched. "This time, it was an idea from my head."
Though he did not know which head it was.
Damn it. Sure enough, even he could not escape the law of complementary softness and hardness. Otherwise, why could his mouth not be hard at all right now?
Rustle—
The instant the veil slipped down, Li Mo held his breath.
He had never been this nervous, nor had his mind ever been this blank.
When the beauty he had imagined countless times truly appeared before his eyes, he discovered that even his imagination was not quite enough.
A hazy layer of moonlight lay across the windowsill, while the lamplight in the room was dim and scattered. Li Mo was momentarily dazed.
The quiet yet uneasy her of childhood.
The aloof, sacred, untouchable her of girlhood; the bright and wise her during martial practice, as though she embodied the heavenly laws—all of them seemed softened beneath the moonlight and candle shadows.
At this moment, her eyes rippled as she glanced at him, then lowered her gaze, her eyelashes trembling lightly.
She had no idea what a bewitching sight she was.
Little Li clearly could not pull himself free.
Hammer Treasure wanted to be unable to pull itself free too.
"The veil is off."
"Mm..."
"You have to take responsibility for me."
Li Mo, who wanted to prove he was not a childish brat, was so soft-mouthed now that he had no backbone at all. He had clearly meant to say that he would take responsibility for her.
"?"
A question mark popped up over Ying Bing's head.
Yet when she saw his guilty yet solemn