Lin Qianyan gently twirled a strand of her dark hair that fell over her chest. The hem of her snow-white gauze skirt, embroidered with cloud patterns, lifted in a graceful arc in the wind. She tilted her head and blinked, her thick lashes casting a small shadow beneath her eyes.
"What, does Qianqian need a reason to come see Brother Pei~?"
"You are the Jade Pool Saintess. Your visit to the Dao Sect should be for important Sect business. You shouldn't be focusing all your attention on me—"
His final words hung abruptly in the air.
Lin Qianyan's index finger was pressed against his lips, its soft, warm touch carrying the faint scent of lotus.
She rose on her tiptoes, drawing close to his suddenly widening pupils. As her orchid-scented breath brushed past his Adam's apple, she let out a light laugh. "Brother Pei, you still love to lecture as much as ever~"
