1792 Let Her Look At Him Openly
It was just an ordinary action, yet it seemed so pleasing to the eye when Long Yin was the one performing it.

His eyes were half-closed, each dark and thick lash distinct against his eyelids.

The firelight illuminated his face, adding a touch of human warmth to his cold, handsome countenance.

Hexin stared at him with bated breath.

Two years had passed since they last met, and he had become more mature and dependable. Despite his young age, he was dauntless enough to shoulder everything.

Just then, Long Yin glanced over at her, and their gazes met before she could tear her eyes away.

Long Yin was stunned for a moment. Then, his eyes narrowed.

Had this girl been eyeing him?

Having been caught staring, Hexin flushed and lowered her head quickly.

Suddenly, the drumstick in her hand did not seem so appetizing anymore.

She took a few bites absentmindedly. Just then, a shadow fell over her, and she glanced up, only to find his good-looking face inches away from hers.

She blinked and gawked at him in confusion.

Long Yin’s gaze landed on her lashes, which were as beautiful as butterfly wings. Seeing them fluttering nonstop, he suddenly lifted a finger and grazed them.

The feather-like touch sent a tickle rippling through his heart.

His action made Hexin widen her eyes and gape at him in bewilderment.

Long Yin drew closer to her. “If you want to look at me, do it openly. I don’t mind.”

Hexin, “…”

Perhaps it was because of the firelight or something else, for her face immediately turned beet-red, and with her widened eyes, she appeared endearingly dazed.

“Ha!” Long Yin let out an amused chuckle and lifted a hand to ruffle her hair. Finding that it was still wet, he gathered her tresses and moved them in front of her shoulders.
Feeling his touch, Hexin collected herself and said irritatedly, “Don’t touch my hair…”

Long Yin shot her a look. “If you don’t move your hair in front, the fire can’t dry it. It’s already late, you know—you don’t want to sleep with wet hair later, do you?”

His words actually made sense, which left Hexin at a loss for a retort.

Long Yin simply used his slender fingers to comb her wet locks and separate them.

Hexin dropped her gaze and tried her best to ignore his scent, but her heart was pounding unusually fast.

“You’ve only taken a few bites. Are you not hungry? Or are you not fond of roasted chicken?” After Long Yin combed her hair, he returned to his seat and continued roasting the game meat in his hands.

Only then did Hexin notice that she had taken no more than a few bites of the big drumstick she was holding.

Before she could continue eating, Long Yin plucked it from her grasp and handed her a roasted rabbit leg.

“Don’t eat this one anymore; it’s gone cold. You can have rabbit meat—it’s more tender than chicken.” There was an unusual gentleness in his voice.

It threw Hexin’s thoughts into disarray, but she still reached out and took the roasted rabbit leg from him.

“It’s still a little hot. Blow on it before you eat.” Just when she was about to start, she heard him remind her mildly.

Looking at the tendrils of steam wafting from the roasted rabbit leg in her hand, she blew on it softly.

Long Yin turned his head to watch her.

As he watched her blow on the rabbit meat with her rosy lips slightly puckered, the intensity in his eyes deepened.

When the rabbit meat was no longer piping hot, Hexin started to eat it and found that it was delicious.

She turned to ask if he had added any seasoning to the meat, only to see him munching on the drumstick she had given him just now.

She was dumbstruck.

She had already eaten part of the drumstick… How could he eat it?

Her face turned crimson again, and she felt heat flood her cheeks too.

After a long while, she mumbled, “Big Bro Long Yin, I already ate that halfway…”

Long Yin cast her a glance over his shoulder, pausing for a second before saying, “I know, but it’d be a waste if I threw it away.” He showed her the drumstick. “Look, I’m eating the other side. I didn’t touch the part you bit into.”