By the time the two of them arrived at the academy, the camera had shifted to the front.
Mu Qiu kept glancing at the person beside her out of the corner of her eye.
As they stepped over the threshold of the academy, the height at which their skirts swirled was almost the same. Filming this would have made people say they rehearsed it.
She's sensitive to these odd little details, and strange thoughts popped up in her mind again.
When a guy in some Hanfu makes a big movement or steps forward, his thigh might push the clothes open, revealing a glimpse of solid long legs wrapped in white pants.
She was totally defenseless against this kind of unintentional, restrained temptation.
Compared to showing muscle or more explicit temptations, this subtle, imagination-driven type was more exciting.
Just as she finished imagining some forbidden content, she saw the black desks and chairs ahead. Mu Qiu looked up to see Shi Yuhuai watching them with folded arms.
