That guy was rude and aggressive.
He dared to compare Changxu's venerable self to a 'cutting board'!
Yet, the memory of her body warmth, the fierce, protective determination in her dark eyes as she plunged her hands into freezing water to save him... it had bypassed his icy defenses entirely.
Elder Qin tried to speak. He tried to deliver a crushing, dignified insult.
"You..." Elder Qin started.
His voice cracked; it felt like his voice was squeaking.
The color drained from his face, only to be instantly replaced by a violent, blazing, entirely undeniable flush of brilliant crimson that spread from his neck all the way up to the tips of his aristocratic ears.
He was blushing.
The Master of the Heartless Dao was blushing like a maiden caught reading a scandalous romance novel.
Ji'an blinked, stepping back in alarm. "Elder Qin? Are you okay? Are you having another stage of Qi deviation?"
The genuine concern in her voice only made it worse.
