Li Hua tried to wriggle free from his arms, but Mo Xing merely tightened his hold, seeming more amused than troubled by her attempt.
"Don't you think you look a little too old to be carrying me?" She suddenly asked, trying a different tactic.
Mo Xing chuckled and reality rippled around him like disturbed water, and suddenly she found herself held by a younger version of Mo Xing—still devastatingly handsome, but now appearing no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. His honey-brown eyes retained their power even in this younger form, glinting with dangerous promise as he smiled down at her. "Do I look more suitable now?"
Li Hua darted a quick glance at his transformed face before looking away, cursing the warmth that crept into her cheeks. She gave a curt nod, hoping he hadn't noticed her reaction.