Even Allen, who was closest to him, couldn't find out.
An Mingji's eyes grew increasingly deep and dark, with a hint of longing revealing itself. He could see through Gu Jin's beautiful eyes beneath him, witnessing the possessive desire about to be exposed in his own gaze.
Breathing became unstable, the calm facade on his face was about to crack.
An Mingji forcefully closed his eyes, hiding everything that was about to be revealed through his gaze by shutting them tight.
When he opened his eyes again, both his handsome, refined features and his affectionate, peach-blossom eyes had regained tranquility.
"Little An, what's wrong? What are you thinking about?"
Gu Jin gave An Mingji a push.
He had been just fine, but suddenly his complexion became unpleasant for a moment. Although it was brief, she still caught it.
An Mingji's hand clenched tightly against the sofa beside her, his voice gentle and calm: "It's nothing, just thinking of something."
