"Ohh… so that's how it is when hard," Jin Yuexin said, her voice soft—almost innocent… or maybe not? Zhao Yiming honestly couldn't tell anymore.
He shut his eyes, trying to suppress the heat creeping up his face. His cheeks were already red, burning with embarrassment.
But what unsettled him more was how calm she was. Not a hint of awkwardness, not even a shy glance away. No, she looked utterly captivated—like she was studying a sculpture, not a man.
It made everything feel even more humiliating.
'This is too much, but at least she is amazed by it...' he shrugged. ' But did I… did I already pass the hard mode?' he thought, praying for the system to chime in. But no—nothing.
And to make matters worse, Yuexin wasn't done. Her fingers twitched like she still wanted to touch him again, her curiosity far from satisfied.
But before she could reach out, Zhao Yiming finally spoke, his tone low but serious:
