She was about to speak when Baili An slightly curved his index finger and gently exhaled a breath of pure yang energy that gathered at his fingertip and lingered without dispersing.
"Little Hong Zhuang." Baili An, mimicking Ning Feiyan's teasing tone from earlier, called her softly, a unique light playing in his dark eyes, his voice low and tender: "Come here."
Hong Zhuang froze in place, stunned. It was her first time being fed by a man who gazed at her with such indulgence.
For a brief moment she was stupefied, but then saw the handsome and genteel facade of her brother-in-law curl into a smile. Strangely alluring, it was utterly unlike his usual serious and stiff demeanor.
Hong Zhuang had encountered all sorts of men in her life, but she still couldn't withstand such a piercing gaze.
Her heart skipped heavily, inadvertently ignoring the icy, wary glance thrown by Ning Feiyan.
