Bai Lingling still did not notice him.
She was too busy enjoying herself.
She dipped beneath the water once, rose again, and pushed her wet hair back with one hand. Droplets slid along her shoulders and down the line of her neck, and the water around her tail rippled softly as she moved.
Mo Lingxu watched all of it.
His expression remained calm, but inside, his thoughts were much less calm.
His little snake really was too trusting in her own dream world.
If he were not him, if he were not the one who had already decided to keep her, then what would she do if someone truly dangerous found her like this?
Then again, that thought only lasted a moment before another colder one followed it.
If anyone else dared, he would kill them.
Simple.
Very simple.
As for Bai Lingling, she was still happily washing her hair when something in the air changed very slightly.
It was not a sound. Not exactly. It was more like a shift. A quiet pressure. A familiar wrongness.
