Wind chimes of memories (87)

As Huang qingdie was eating, she felt a burning gaze on her. She looked up and met Ying Qianxi's eyes, which were as beautiful as pear blossoms. She felt as if she was completely immersed in them and was mesmerized.

In the smoke, she felt that the person opposite her was an immortal who had descended to the mortal world.

When Huang qingdie met Ying Qianxi's gaze, her heart would race. She touched her face in a daze."Is ... Is there something on my face?"

She felt her face burning.

A dark light flashed in Ying Qianxi's eyes. She gently reached out and wiped the food from Huang qingdie's mouth.

His fingers were very good-looking, delicate and perfect. They were slender like jade, and the joints were distinct. They also carried a cool temperature. Just like that, when he rubbed against her lips, the heat from the friction made Huang qingdie feel as if an electric current had passed through her, and her whole body trembled.