Fu Lanshen let out a sigh of relief, his lips curling into a smile, "Lili, I'm glad you don't disdain me."
Mu Qingli frowned slightly; she always felt that there was something off about that statement but couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.
Mu Qingli sat in the back, carefully translating the meaning of every English sentence for him, her brows and eyes focused, as if her gaze could only accommodate those rows of words.
She spoke with earnestness, and Fu Lanshen listened just as seriously.
"Lili, come a bit closer to me, I didn't catch that last part," Fu Lanshen said, his brow furrowing slightly as he looked at the screen full of English.
Mu Qingli, engrossed in her translation, didn't think too much of it and moved closer to him.
She didn't notice.
The distance between the two was so close that he only had to lower his head to see every inch of skin between her brows and eyes.
Smooth and soft, it seemed like a light pinch would leave a mark.