Pick flowers? I’d rather pick you
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
"What are you doing here?" Ye Qing Luo's fingers hooked a lock of his silky dark hair and twisted around her fingers.
There was a light smirk on his thin lips, with a low whisper he replied heartedly: "Missing you, so I came over to see you."
"Sneaking into the Heavenly Academy and the female dormitory in the wee hours, if you let the guards see you, they will treat you as a flower thief."
Ye Qing Luo tugged at his long hair as she looked up at him with jest.
This action coincidentally laid sight on his pair of charming eyes that billowed with seduction.
When the eyes locked in contact, it was as if a current had run through them.
Her body and mind suddenly went numb, the heart went throbbing like mad.
With a laid-back look in Di Mo Xuan's eyes, his five fingers coquettishly touched her chin: "If I am a flower thief, I wonder if Ah Luo is willing to let me pluck this beautiful flower like you?"