For a brief moment, Yun Ran even suspected if he could guess what she was thinking?
Just like in ancient texts, it was once recorded that some cultivators, after reaching a certain level, could know the thoughts in others' minds by gazing into their eyes or by touching their foreheads with their palms, and could even know their past and future.
Or perhaps some chosen people, after encountering a certain opportunity, suddenly possessed abilities beyond the norm.
Yun Ran was deep in thought, slightly tilting her head and staring at Nangong Mo, her expression unpredictable.
Nangong Mo, feeling a bit guilty under her gaze, cleared his throat and said seriously, "Yun Ran, please wipe your drool."
Perhaps it was because his expression was too elegant and dignified that Yun Ran, who was daydreaming, subconsciously raised her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth, only to realize she had been fooled.
"!!!"
"Nangong Mo, do you have a death wish?!"
