As the mask was removed, Xiao Jinsheng gazed upon the exquisite foreign features beneath it, meeting a pair of deep and alluring eyes.
Perhaps because he always wore a mask and lingered within the shadows of the night, Li's complexion was starkly pale, while his smiling lips were as red as dripping blood.
A thought crossed his mind, and beneath his black hair, a pair of sharp demon horns manifested.
"I remember your horns used to be round when you were little," Xiao Jinsheng recalled.
Back then, Li had a pair of small round horns that blended into his hair so well they were barely noticeable.
Curious, she reached out, wanting to touch the demon horns and experience their texture. A slender and powerful demon tail wound around her waist and lifted her from the water's surface.
Li leaned back against the stone wall of the hot spring, his brow arched. "I can't let you touch them just yet."
"Then let me go!" Xiao Jinsheng jabbed the small tip of the demon tail with a huff.
