He seemed to ask so casually.
Rong Zhi responded with a light "hmm," her expression unchanged, but Bai Su's heart tightened, and the hand holding the hairdryer trembled slightly.
The sound gradually subsided.
Neither of them spoke for a moment.
It took several minutes before Bai Su set down the hairdryer.
Rong Zhi picked up a wristband from the table to disassemble, her gaze falling on the gun beside it. Its design was quite beautiful, somewhat like the WK609 handgun that Qianji Pavilion had just developed earlier in the year.
She glanced at it once and then looked away, continuing to disassemble the wristband.
Bai Su watched her movements. Normally, things are dismantled in seconds, but this time it took her a long time to get only halfway through it.
After quite a while, just as he was mentally preparing to speak, the young woman reached out with chilly fingertips and gently pushed his forehead back.
"Too close."
