He approached her, and Feng Bai stepped back, "Could you not come any closer, please?"
Li Jingmo's footsteps halted, and Feng Bai breathed a sigh of relief, looking at him, "Who exactly are you? They seem to be somewhat afraid of you."
Li Jingmo glanced at Feng Bai and didn't answer her. Instead, he walked to one side, took out a black shirt from the wardrobe, and changed into it.
His movements were elegant and noble, unhurried, and his strong and robust figure was concealed by the black shirt, exuding an ascetic charm that made one's breath hitch.
Feng Bai was so captivated that when Li Jingmo turned around to look at her, she hurried to avert her gaze, her cheeks aflame and looking elsewhere anxiously.
"If you want to look, you can do so openly!" his low, sensual voice teased slightly.
Feng Bai pouted at him, "Nonsense, when have I ever wanted to look at you?"
