A rare trace of embarrassment flashed through Dongchen's violet-like eyes. He raised his hand to wipe it, but he did not touch the spot.
Without even thinking about it, Mu Shiyi walked forward with incomparable naturalness, and then he lightly tiptoed, and then he used his fingers to grip his sleeves and gently brushed towards the corners of his lips.
The two of them were very close, their bodies almost sticking together. The fragrant red sandalwood on his body lingered around the tip of her nose with the wind, carrying an inexplicable attachment, his nose merging.
Feeling the slight friction on the corners of his lips, he lowered his head and looked at the focused Mu Shiyi in front of him. A trace of nostalgia flashed across Dong Chen's eyes. His pupils grew darker and darker. He could
