Xu Yuan subconsciously held his breath.
But he couldn't let this fire ignite, or else she would burn herself, not to mention that it wouldn't end well for him either.
However, Lin Qingque seemed to have no intention of making things easy for him.
Those pale, jade-like feet, even amidst the darkness, still emitted a soft and lustrous glow, as if they were the world's most precious work of art, exuding a cold and noble light. Each detail had been meticulously cared for, the toenails trimmed neat and round like flower petal over young spring onions.
It's said that a few folds of a thin silk skirt can be delicate as smoke, and a hook in the laced stockings as curvy as the crescent moon.
A glint of clarity flashed through Xu Yuan's eyes, as he forcefully regained his reason.
But Lin Qingque, already lost in confusion, seemed not to have noticed this, and she licked her lips.
"No,"
Xu Yuan suddenly spoke, "I can't betray my junior sister."