His cat-like, cyan eyes narrowed slightly, and the youth's warm breath stirred the thin fabric of the cloak. Baimeng felt as though her entire body were going numb.
Her heart pounded against her ribs with mounting violence, and her fingers beneath the cloak grew ice-cold. Terrified that her silence might seem suspicious, Baimeng forced herself to remain calm and turned her head slightly.
"Ah, what on earth are you talking about?"
Chapter 37