Shen Lang was burning up and miserable. All she wanted was to send him away so she could go soak in the Ice Spring. But to her surprise, he leaned in for a closer look, seeming intent on staring a hole right through her face.
"…" Her throat tickled. Her liquid, fox-like eyes flickered away as she murmured, "Master."
"…Hm?" He arched a brow, his gaze as deep as a dark abyss.
"Don't look, Master." She turned her head away, her long, curled lashes trembling restlessly. After a moment, she raised a hand and gently covered his eyes.
The searing heat of her soft palm brushed against his eyelashes, making him stiffen. He pursed his thin lips and said coolly, "Move your hand."
Shen Lang couldn't help but smile.
'If he really wanted me to move my hand, he could've just pushed it aside himself. Why only talk about it?'
She chuckled. "Master, do you have any idea… what I was originally going to do to you?"
