Mo Shu's heartbeat was also accelerating, beating stronger with each passing moment.
She looked at him and said softly, "Your face."
Yu Siqiao relaxed slightly and said in a low voice, "Help me tear it off."
His palm gently released her hand, and sure enough, Mo Shu raised her hand, reaching up to touch the side of his face.
Quickly finding where the mask adhered, Mo Shu looked down, her eyes locating it, and carefully tore it off.
Yu Siqiao, with a faint smile, suddenly reached out, grasping her hand, and forcefully tore the mask away.
Yu Siqiao looked down at her.
Her face, tender and enchanting, was as exquisite and beautiful as an immortal stepping out of a painting.
Unfortunately, in the heart of this immortal, there was still another person.
Yu Siqiao tightened his palm slightly and looked down, "I'll go bathe."
As he finished speaking, Yu Siqiao finally stood up, and when he turned his back, there was a hint of loneliness in his eyes.
