From her face, he could not detect a trace of falsehood.
What she said might be true.
He was annoyed, not wanting to look at this unfamiliar face. Gazing at it made him feel the guilt of infidelity.
He had his own way of judging. In just fifteen minutes, if she was his baby, she would reveal her true form.Then, her true identity would be crystal clear.
Mo Yinhe wasn't in a hurry. He could wait. He didn't want to talk to her right now; every word was grating.
Mo Yinhe focused on drying Si Mingjing's hair. He was quite skilled at it; with a few casual tousles, he easily gave her hair a voluminous look.
Moreover, it became even smoother and wasn't coarse at all. It slipped through his fingers like silk, a sensation he found irresistible.
Si Mingjing still didn't realize what the man was plotting.
