Chen Shu was in no hurry now. He leaned closer and studied her carefully.
Qingqing had beautiful skin, snowy white and delicate. Part of it was her heritage, part of it her cultivation, and perhaps part of it was skincare. Whatever the reason, her face looked tender enough to squeeze water from, its pores nearly invisible. Even a baby's skin could hardly compare.
Chen Shu reached out and covered her eyes.
He wouldn't let her see.
Then his gaze drifted down to Ning Qing's lips. They were exquisitely beautiful, like a work of art beneath a painter's brush.
What would they taste like?
He had heard that Nightfolk saliva contained something that tasted faintly sweet to other peoples, with hallucinogenic and anesthetic effects. In short, their saliva was sweet.
Qingqing had little Nightfolk blood in her. Had she inherited that trait?
As Chen Shu wondered, he leaned in.
He kissed her cheek, just below her eye, at the fullest point of her face.
He counted two seconds in his head.
When Chen Shu pulled away, he nearly drew up the flesh of Qingqing's cheek with his lips. It was fine and soft, springy as jelly. Who would have guessed that beneath Qingqing's cool expression lay skin as smooth and tender as a baby's?
Smack~
A hand caught Chen Shu's wrist and pulled his hand away from her eyes.
Ning Qing opened her eyes, but the first thing she did was look behind him.
Chen Shu followed her gaze.
The young girl had changed into softer, more comfortable clothes. Carrying her Matcha Green Ceramic Cup, she walked straight into the living room and up to the water dispenser.
She was utterly focused, her eyes fixed straight ahead.
Even as she passed them, she did not glance their way.
The water dispenser