"Brother Pei, I'll look for Fan Xuan's whereabouts for you when I get back. You shouldn't spend every day gloomily poring over books and scriptures. I can see Sister Liyuan is worried sick."
Listening to Lin Qianyan's words, Pei Yuhang sighed softly. "I really have been unfair to Liyuan. So much has happened recently. I've probably neglected her a lot."
"What about me?" Lin Qianyan suddenly lifted her gaze, a hint of cunning glinting in her eyes.
"Hm?"
Startled, Pei Yuhang turned his head and met her fiery gaze.
The Jade Pool Saintess's usually dignified face was now flushed a crimson red. Her eyes and the arch of her brows were filled with an ineffable tenderness and an air of romance.
Lin Qianyan had already risen and drawn close to him. She tilted her face up slightly, her delicate lips parting as she exhaled a sweet, floral scent.
"Brother Pei, have you been neglecting me a little too?"
"Qianqian, not here… This is my room with Liyuan."
