This person...
Hoong Ying wanted to avert her gaze, not to stare.
But after trying, she found she simply couldn't look away.
It wasn't that her body was out of control, but that her consciousness was tangled in confusion.
Just like a man faced with the allure of beauty, knowing full well that beauty could bring trouble, yet his innermost thoughts keep hinting to himself.
It's okay, just a few more glances won't hurt.
This was Hoong Ying's self-suggestion that made it impossible to look away.
Just as she was trying hard to shake off this emotion, a pair of gentle eyes came from straight ahead.
"Master Hoong Ying, I've finished my painting." Chu Ming cupped his hands in gesture.
Huh?
Hoong Ying met Chu Ming's eyes, and her consciousness immediately escaped from that difficult situation.
The white radiance vanished...!
"You..." Hoong Ying stood up, dragging her red robe toward Chu Ming.
Her beautiful eyes were as sharp as a torch, scrutinizing up close.
