Lu Yuan went rigid where he stood as if struck by lightning. His pupils suddenly shrank, and even his breathing stopped on instinct. His Adam's apple bobbed hard, and with a tremor of bewildered disbelief, he said, "Sister Li, what are you doing?"
The sensation from his fingertips was unmistakably clear—the dragon horn was cool and warm to the touch, its texture far too real, nothing like the hazy intangibility one should feel when touching a spiritual body.
But compared with that abrupt, solid sensation, what shook his mind even more was Gu Li's action at this moment.
In his mind, Gu Li's shy words from just now exploded with a boom... touching dragon horns was an intimate courtship ritual of the Dragon Human Race.
Those words still rang in his ears, yet the Gu Li before him had taken the initiative to grab his hand and press it back onto her dragon horn.
The dragon horn beneath his fingertips was slightly hot. Gu Li's fingers gently wrapped around his wrist, her grip soft yet not allowing him to pull free. Her fair knuckles were faintly pink, and he could clearly feel the tiny tremors coming from her fingertips.
The scene before his eyes was so real it was dazzling, absolutely no illusion. Every movement Gu Li made was so direct it was almost bare, laying the feelings at the bottom of her heart completely open without holding anything back.
Lu Yuan's heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to smash through his chest. He stared blankly at the girl so close before him, utterly frozen in place, even his gaze turning dull.
Seeing Lu Yuan's dazed, wooden look, the trace of unease on Gu Li's cheeks slowly bloomed into a faint, gentle smile. Fine, soft light rippled in