It was just an ordinary action, yet it seemed so pleasing to the eye when Long Yin was the one performing it.
His eyes were half-closed, each dark and thick lash distinct against his eyelids.
The firelight illuminated his face, adding a touch of human warmth to his cold, handsome countenance.
Hexin stared at him with bated breath.
Two years had passed since they last met, and he had become more mature and dependable. Despite his young age, he was dauntless enough to shoulder everything.
Just then, Long Yin glanced over at her, and their gazes met before she could tear her eyes away.
Long Yin was stunned for a moment. Then, his eyes narrowed.
Had this girl been eyeing him?
Having been caught staring, Hexin flushed and lowered her head quickly.
Suddenly, the drumstick in her hand did not seem so appetizing anymore.
