After Bai Fan and Zhao Pan left, Xiao Fang lingered behind. He waited until the lecture hall had mostly emptied out before casually reaching up and slipping off his blindfold.
A soft hum of power shimmered around him as his uncovered violet eyes came into view. The air seemed to respond to him, becoming charged with silent intensity, but Xiao Fang did a good job at suppressing his natural presence.
At the front of the room, Elder Su Lingxi was gathering her scrolls when she happened to glance up, the sight of Xiao Fang looking down at her made her pause.
Her breath hitched.
It had been over 2 months since they had done anything together, but not a day had gone by that she didn't think about it.
The glow of his eyes, the way the sunlight caught his features—he looked less like a student and more like some divine figure from a dream. She quickly averted her gaze, though the faint redness that touched her cheeks betrayed her reaction.
