The handkerchief wiping his sweat quickly departed.
Even the faint fragrance lingering at his nose left him mercilessly.
At this moment, Jie Kong inexplicably felt a bit empty inside and instinctively glanced towards her.
Mo Shu was lowering her eyes to tidy the handkerchief, and then she flipped the snow-white, beautiful handkerchief to another side, moving close to him once again.
Jie Kong didn't dare to breathe heavily, his gaze fixed on her, following her to the front of his eyes.
Jie Kong's gaze moved up and down her forehead; her eyes were so beautiful, her nose was so lovely, and her lips… crimson and full, carrying a moist brightness…
His gaze lingered on her lips for a moment, then Jie Kong shuddered and hurriedly avoided her eyes.
Mo Shu seemed unaware of his odd look, calmly extending her hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then quickly withdrew.
