He licked his lips, unable to hide the smile at the corners, but dared not laugh aloud.
When he looked at Qing Su again, she had already turned her head to look elsewhere, her eyes tightly shut, and her breath held. A faint blush hung on her fair and pure face, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Li Ping'an moved his deck chair three feet sideways, unintentionally using a skill of creation to naturally melt the armrests of both chairs.
He leaned sideways, gazing at the face of the Yun Bing Xianzi beside him.
Qing Su seemed somewhat bothered by him, furrowing her brow and pressing her lips together, then gently biting her lip, slightly turning her head, and closing her eyes.
Li Ping'an lowered his head to admire the fairy before him.
Her flowing dress seemed woven from clouds, her figure so slender and graceful, like a flawless piece of art.
Li Ping'an was momentarily at a loss for what to do, only wanting to gaze at her up close.
