For a moment, this intimate gesture made Qian Yexue feel angry. This guy was a shameless scoundrel.
The man stretched out his delicate fingers, gently lifted her chin, and said with a sinister smile: "Qianyexue, you looked at my private parts that day, should you be responsible?"
Hearing this, she paused slightly and then calmed down.
"Really, I have no impression, so I don't mind if you take off your clothes again and let me recall it." Qian Yexue said coldly with an indifferent face. But he couldn't help but feel impatient in his heart. How could this guy know her name? Is it possible?
This person followed her all the way?!
"I didn't expect that I would meet you again here, Xue, tell me, are we destined for each other, huh?" He answered by calling her name as if he could see through her mind. His clear eyes were unblinking.
Staring at her, her face was clearly reflected in his pupils, and the warm breath he exhaled fell on her cheeks. Qian Yexue was slightly startled, and he quickly reached out to push her away, took a few steps back, and lowered his head.
Don't dare to look at him directly.
The black-haired man just stood there with a half-smile, admiring her surprise. He squeezed the hand that had just touched her soft skin. The remaining warmth made him inexplicably happy and satisfied.
"Yexue, Yexue, where are you?" At this time, Liya's voice came from a distance, breaking the awkward atmosphere.
After a moment of trance, the astonishment in Qian Yexue's eyes immediately turned back to the original indifference. She raised her eyes to look at him and received a teasing smile from him. She just gave him a warning look and quickly stopped him from catching her again.
opportunity to leave.
Watching her back gradually being buried in the night, the ignored man just smiled helplessly. When he was about to turn around and leave, suddenly, he stopped and found something glittering and translucent at his feet. He bent down to pick it up.
The crystal hairpin was turned in his hand, and the curve of the corner of his mouth was even more meaningful.
"Master!" At this time, three men in knight uniforms walked up to the black-haired man.
The man quickly hid the crystal hairpin in his sleeve, stood up, and said calmly as if nothing happened: "There is no need to rush tonight, we will set off tomorrow."
"...."
After speaking, the man turned and left, leaving the three people looking at each other in confusion. What happened to their young master? Wasn't he the one who was always on the road?