After Transmigrating into a book, I Was Played By a Black Lotus

Chapter 21 ''1''

In that moment, the space seemed to close in around her.

Lin Xingzhu caught a faint, pleasant fragrance in the air, mingled with the scent of alcohol, slowly enveloping her and making her previously clear mind start to feel dizzy.

It turned out that the person opposite her had approached and stopped without her noticing.

That beautiful face, as radiant as blooming peach blossoms, was now so close that Lin Xingzhu's gaze fell, her eyes lowering, and she instinctively leaned back slightly, creating a bit of distance against the chair.

"What are you looking at?" a soft voice floated down from above.

Lin Xingzhu didn't answer, instead asking softly, "What are you doing?"

Those hands still rested on her shoulders, and even through the thin fabric, she could distinctly feel the warmth of another person—impossible to ignore.

As the greenish colour in front of her slowly lowered, it revealed a delicate collarbone, followed by a graceful neck like that of a swan.

She lifted her eyelids slightly, and above was a pair of light pink lips, glistening with droplets that hadn't dried due to the alcohol, making them appear enticingly moist.

Enticingly kissable?

Lin Xingzhu was startled and suddenly woke up.

She gently pushed Bai Xiying away, maintaining an appropriate distance between them.

"What are you doing?" There was something complex in Lin Xingzhu's gaze, her tone difficult to decipher.

Did Bai Xiying realize how close they were? If one of them wanted to go further, it would be like voluntarily stepping into a lion's den—there would be no retreat.

Or was it that she knew but still wanted to proceed?

Lin Xingzhu's dark eyes fixed intently on her.

Bai Xiying smiled faintly under her scrutinizing gaze, her lips—those that lingered in Lin Xingzhu's mind—parting gently, her voice soft: "I was thinking about why you've changed so suddenly."

Bai Xiying's voice, devoid of any hostility and overly gentle, carried a hint of affection that made Lin Xingzhu's heart tighten.

She relaxed, her lips curving into a smile: "So, what have you concluded?"

Bai Xiying tilted her head: "Not too sure."

"I have a vague feeling that you used to like me, but ever since the hospital, I haven't felt that way anymore."

It seemed people had a strange intuition; when someone liked you, you could often sense it through subtle clues in your interactions.

Lin Xingzhu wasn't surprised that she felt this way.

Though the distance between them was neither overstepping nor distant, their bodies remained close.

Lin Xingzhu's gaze, as light as a feather, glided over Bai Xiying's fluffy hair. "Your feelings are genuine."

She didn't deny Bai Xiying, even if the one who liked her wasn't herself