Chapter 28: Chapter 28: Was it him that night?

"Not this?" he teased as the pad of his full, sleek fingers lightly traced over her lips, rubbing back and forth mischievously before his thin lips descended, his ambiguous breath filling her nostrils, "So soft indeed…"

"…" What the hell does 'so soft' mean?

Mu Yin felt a tingling sensation flash through her mind, her face instantly flushed red as if dripping with blood.

However, just as she felt she was about to suffocate, she instinctively turned her head away to escape the danger, only to inadvertently catch sight of his handsome face, and specifically, his clearly defined neck where a faint kiss mark still lingered, appearing particularly suggestive in this context.

A buzz went through Mu Yin's head, and the scene from that night in the archives suddenly rushed into her mind. She stared in disbelief, her eyes wide as she frantically looked at his naturally hanging left arm—