An Mingji raised his gaze, his peach blossom eyes filled with deep affection and yearning, a thin red tint coloring his beautiful eye corners.
Those deeply affectionate and gentle eyes just stared at Gu Jin, as if he couldn't wait to devour her entirely the next moment.
Facing such an unfamiliar look from her own child, Gu Jin unconsciously swallowed, feeling the atmosphere become more subtle.
For some reason, she found it hard to meet the young man's gaze directly.
"What are you thinking? Hmm?" The young man's nasal tone stretched out, his voice low and pleasant, both ambiguous and sensual.
Heartbeats quickened, thump thump—
Gu Jin felt that her heart was about to leap out of her throat, a feeling both unfamiliar and nerve-wracking.
She lowered her gaze slightly, her voice a bit raspy: "Nothing much."
The indoor atmosphere was too bizarre, Gu Jin felt somewhat at a loss, and also a bit uneasy.
