Perhaps it was Tang Zan's overly gentle tone that gave Shu'er a sense of being immersed.
Noticing Tang Zan getting closer, her heartbeat accelerated, and she clenched her fists nervously.
Tang Zan's expression became more focused, his gaze fixed on Shu'er's red lips.
The sensation of those lips was still vivid in his memory.
Soft, tender, with a sweet fruity scent.
Just as his lips were about to touch Shu'er's, Xuan Liu knelt on one knee.
"Reporting to the master, people have already been arranged to clean up the stall, and the items have been inventoried."
Tang Zan sat upright and nodded to Xuan Liu.
"That's good."
Yet Xuan Liu felt as if the master was hissing cold air, was it his imagination?
Tang Zan looked at Shu'er, whose gaze had already lowered, focusing intently on the ground.
She was muddled too. Even though this place seemed deserted, it was essentially a trading point. Why did she think Tang Zan wanted to kiss her?
