Hearing this, Black Glasses instantly pulled back his hand and hid it behind his back. As the hand was removed from his lips, he subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth. Seeing Yun Zhao's furrowed brow, he quickly changed the subject.
"What is that?" His lowered voice carried a slight huskiness. Seeming to realize his own impropriety, he swallowed and shifted his gaze to the gradually dispersing thin mist.
Yet the fingertips of the hand behind his back rubbed lightly against one another, still lingering with a slippery, icy smoothness that did not belong to him.
Chapter 400