"So generous?"
Ji Xiaosong was hefting the purple-glowing crystal when Dai Lixing suddenly pulled her into his arms.
His body heat radiated through their clothes as she heard him say in a muffled voice, "Don't use your spiritual power to peek into my memories, especially…"
"Especially the parts about me?"
Ji Xiaosong reached out and poked his carotid artery. "Relax, I'm not interested in someone's wet dreams."
Dai Lixing's pupils contracted sharply, and he practically stumbled backward.
"N-Nothing like that…"
He had his own secret plan, having stored his feelings of love in these few crystals.
For years, he had always been headstrong and direct. No one had ever told him what it was supposed to be like to love someone.
He didn't even know if he knew how to love, or if he was capable of it.
Ji Xiaosong didn't tease him anymore, simply sitting quietly to practice her Cultivation under the grapevine trellis.
