Qiao Xi didn't understand why, but the man's hand was already covering her eyes.
In the darkness, her eyelashes fluttered and brushed against the palm of his hand.
It tickled.
Qiao Xi parted her plump and lustrous red lips to ask, "What are you doing?"
The man's voice was hoarse with a hint of cajoling, "All you have to do is silently count to three in your heart, and the thing you want the most at this moment will appear in front of you."
If it were someone else, they would have thought it was just a pipe dream.
But Qiao Xi was a real sucker for this kind of thing.
She naively believed that Huo Xingzhou was her Aladdin's lamp.
Even if it seemed illogical, she began to count with slightly parted lips, "3!"
"2!"
"1!"
Her fingers tingled with nervousness, and her heartbeat went out of rhythm.
The hand that covered her eyes gradually moved away, and her vision blurred, stung briefly by the room's light before slowly becoming clear.