Leaning towards him slightly, Bai Huiqi followed his line of sight and saw the trinkets the vendor was selling. With a purse of his lips, he nodded ever so slightly and exhaled softly. "... Whatever do you suggest I purchase, Cul—"
"Shh…" With every bit of gentleness in his murmur, the Heavenly Demon shushed him, resting his index finger against the fox spirit's lips without so much as glancing his way. "Do not let Our disguise go in vain, Young Master Bai."
Bai Huiqi swallowed his words, breath hitching as he glanced down at the finger resting against his lips. The warm touch almost stung, as if thousands of needles were prickling him.
Involuntarily, a shiver ran down his body, numbing even his feet. "Pardon me," he replied, stepping closer to the stall so he could get a closer look at the goods. "Then what should I call you?"
