"Hmm?"
At such close proximity, Xia Feng's mind momentarily produced an illusion, as if Miss Mu was right before his eyes.
But the Destructive Witch's smile wasn't as gentle as Miss Jianzhu's, nor did it possess the mature softness of a mother's.
Xia Feng immediately snapped out of his reverie, his expression calm, confused, "What's the problem?"
He Jianzhu didn't answer immediately. Instead, she let Xia Feng hold her tight, and then she took out a dark pencil to neatly twist her somewhat disheveled silver hair into a bun, revealing her fair swan neck.
After tidying her hair, she briefly smiled as she then replaced her hands on Xia Feng's broad shoulders.
"Miss Jianzhu..." Xia Feng furrowed his brows, about to say something.
He Jianzhu's beautiful eyes fluttered; her delicate hands lightly ran through the hair at the back of his neck, her cool face moving in even closer, her red lips parting, "After spending the day with me, have you come to like me?"
"...?"
