Mo Shu's heartbeat was also getting faster and heavier.
She looked at him and said softly, "Your face."
Yu Siqiao relaxed and said in a low voice, "You help me tear it off."
Her palm slightly relaxed his hand, indeed Mo Shu had already raised her hand, reaching to touch his face.
Soon she reached the edge of the mask, Mo Shu lowered her eyes, found it with her gaze, and carefully tore it upwards.
Yu Siqiao, with a gentle smile, suddenly reached out to hold her hand, tearing the mask open forcefully.
Yu Siqiao lowered his eyes to look at her.
The delicate and beautiful face like an Immortal stepping out of a painting.
Unfortunately, there was still another person in this Immortal's heart.
Yu Siqiao retracted his palm slightly, bowed his head, "I'm going to bathe."
With those words, Yu Siqiao finally stood up, and when he turned his back, there was a hint of solitude in his eyes.
