Xi Yan said softly and shyly about the meaning of the dish, lowered her head, and her eyelashes drooped down, not daring to look at Bai Xuexiao's expression at that moment.
Bai Xuexiao gazed at her long eyelashes, the smile deepening at the edge of his soft lips, his pupils shining brightly like the brightest stars in the night sky. At this moment, Xi Yan was no longer the aloof woman, but a little woman in love. Bai Xuexiao extended his slender fingers, hooked her perfectly curved chin, forcing her to lift her head and meet his gaze.
Eye to eye, their gazes filled with deep affection and understanding.
She didn't avert her gaze from his intense focus; her red lips under the soft light looked like a gently blooming red rose, incredibly eye-catching and enticing.
His fingertips gently caressed her soft lips as if they were the most precious gems in his eyes.