Zhao Rong was somewhat caught off guard.
He stared at the pair of clear, distinctly black and white eyes in front of him, which now reflected his own motionless, calm face and the intense flickering of the firelight beside him.
Her narrow fox eyes, naturally charming, were at this moment wide open, and instead of being seductive, they seemed more innocent and naive.
Not to mention the stunning face that bore those eyes...
Why were there such beautiful curves?
Zhao Rong slightly shifted his gaze away, not daring to look any further, and not daring to look into her eyes anymore.
But her gaze was still on his face, he could feel it.
The crackling sound of the fire seemed louder now, as if releasing even more heat, scorching the two who were silently "at an impasse" next to it.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips, feeling that time was passing by very slowly, but the woman's inquiry just now still echoed clearly beside his ear, lingering and not going away.