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At that moment, his attention was almost entirely focused on the two hands clasped together.
She had a petite frame, and her fingers and palms were correspondingly small. When not exerting force, those hands were incredibly soft, with delicate skin and fingertips that felt slightly cool to the touch.
A warmth ignited from the palms of both, quickly coursing through their veins and surging up to their wrists.
Song Feiwan took a few steps forward before realizing something was off.
Rong Anning's hands weren't this large or strong, and there weren't this many calluses on her fingertips.
Startled, she immediately looked back.
Her astonished gaze collided with a pair of deep, ocean-like eyes.
How did she end up holding a man’s hand?!
He was a head taller than her, likely around six feet three inches by modern measurements. Despite his height, he had a rare upright posture, with a well-proportioned build—broad shoulders and a narrow waist, exuding an extraordinary presence.
Song Feiwan felt embarrassed and hurriedly released the man's hand.
She was grateful for the mask on her face; it concealed her flushed cheeks from him.
"Young Master, I apologize; I accidentally grabbed the wrong person."
After speaking, she quickly turned to look for Rong Anning. She had come out with her; she couldn't let her get lost!
Not wanting to linger with this tall man any longer, she anxiously set off to find her friend.
Just as she took a step forward, the man said, "Your friend is over by the monkey show; I'm keeping an eye on her, so there's no need to rush."
That familiar voice made Song Feiwan freeze in place, surprise lighting up her expression as she looked at him.
"Young Master Zhuo?!"
Nan Weiwei nodded slightly, his voice low and magnetic. "Miss Song, we meet again."
Song Feiwan relaxed her stance. "Since you’re watching over her, I can rest easy."
This was the perfect opportunity for her to engage him in conversation for a bit longer.
Her gaze subtly swept over the white wolf mask on his face, only to be captivated by the beautiful, deep-set phoenix eyes that sparked her imagination even more.
He was tall and imposing, with a voice that was incredibly pleasant to hear. What kind of stunning appearance lay beneath that mask? Song Feiwan was genuinely curious. However, their relationship was not close enough for her to ask him to remove it for her.
As she gazed into the man's phoenix eyes, she was about to speak when he warned her, "Be careful."
Instinctively, she stepped aside just in time as a small, chubby figure darted past where she had been standing moments before. Upon closer inspection, it was clearly a six or seven-year-old boy. If he had bumped into her, it would have certainly hurt.
Song Feiwan tilted her head and said, "Thank you for the reminder, Young Master Zhuo."
Only then did she realize how close they were standing; she could feel his breath. Embarrassed, she quickly took a step back and cleared her throat. "Let’s talk by the roadside."
"Alright."
Once they stood still again, Song Feiwan glanced into the distance and caught sight of Rong Anning's red figure by the monkey show booth. Regarding the matter of the Xiameihua, she needed to thank Young Master Zhuo for his generosity. She shifted her gaze back to him and asked gently, "Do you still need the Xiameihua? I've already resolved my urgent need but can keep an eye out for you."
The bustling streetlights did not warm the man's eyes at all. Only when he looked down at her did they deepen slightly.
"I don't need it anymore," he replied coolly before adding, "Since I am new to the capital, if Miss would like to express her gratitude, perhaps you could tell me about the local customs and culture."
Song Feiwan readily agreed, "Sure! Then may I invite you for tea?"
Seeing him nod made her heart race a couple of beats faster. She would finally get to see his face!
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