Qi Shenbai's eyes were burning as he stared at her flushed face without blinking. His gaze moved down bit by bit and finally locked onto her thin lips. They were tender and tempting, crystal clear. Gradually, his breathing became chaotic, and his protruding Adam's apple kept bobbing, as if he was trying his best to hold himself back.
The atmosphere became strange. The two of them looked at each other without saying anything or making the next move. Their eyes met, and something seemed to intertwine in their gazes — something that could not be undone.
Eventually, Qi Shenbai pulled away and looked at her. "Got any inspiration now?"
Xu Jiaojiao looked at him blankly and asked belatedly, "Are you… helping me find inspiration?"
Qi Shenbai nodded without changing his expression.
Xu Jiaojiao lowered her head in embarrassment, blaming herself for thinking too much.
"Still no inspiration?" Qi Shenbai asked again.