Pei Yu was a bit dumbfounded.
No, he was utterly dumbfounded.
Facing this crowd of haughty, ferocious-looking denizens of the demon realm, he was like a pure, unsullied little white lotus, standing tall and pristine—only to be plunged with a splash into the abyssal mire of utter ruin. So pitiful, so helpless.
His third brother, Pei Mingchuan, had gone missing not long ago. According to Pei Fengnan's speculation, he had likely accidentally fallen into a rift between realms and entered the Ghost Realm ahead of them.
That kid was a useless good-for-nothing. Pei Yu had never thought much of him, and the bond between the two brothers was as flimsy as paper.
This time, with the Ghost Gate open, Pei Mingchuan had specifically waited by the gate for the Pei family's arrival.
It was said he had been robbed of all his money by city thugs, his face bruised and swollen, a truly sorry sight. Although their mother usually didn't care much for him either, he was, after all, her own son. Seeing him like this, her heart ached unbearably, and she went with their father to take Pei Mingchuan to a healer.
Pei Yu couldn't be bothered to waste time accompanying him. He made up a random excuse and went ahead to the Moon-Embrace Pavilion where Jiang Tu resided.
Mother had said that during the last opening of the Ghost Gate, Jiang Tu had been so awed by Pei Fengnan's immense aura that he treated the Pei family as honored guests. He declared that no matter how much time passed, whenever members of the Pei family came to Wu City, they would be unquestionably treated as VIPs.
The Lord of Wu City.
What a formidable backer that would be. Once he had Jiang Tu's permission, he could strut sideways, backwards, any which way in Wu City—who would dare stop him?
But now, Pei Yu looked at the round, blood-stained figure that exuded a bloody aura, then at the tall pavilion before him, dilapidated and ravaged by storms. Both the person and the building looked so pitiful and weathered.
The slap of reality came as fast as a tornado. Facing this crowd of hostile, sharp-eyed troublemakers, he felt his ears grow warm.
"Pei Du, you are being obstinate."
After some thought, Pei Yu decided to change the subject and continue attacking Pei Du: "Consorting with demons, attacking me and Mother—these acts are already treasonous. I might have been able to speak a few words on your behalf, but if you defy us again and anger Father, I'm afraid even I won't be able to help you then."
Wow, how disgusting.
Xie Jingci mentally rolled her eyes at him.
Pei Yu was scheming and unprincipled, yet best at cloaking himself in the skin of a gentleman. As one of the chief culprits who framed Pei Du, he actually had the shameless audacity to play the good guy here, talking about "not being able to help."
His face was thicker than a thousand-layer pancake. What a waste not to use it as a city wall.
She was just about to retort when another voice sounded from not far away: "Pei Du?"
The male voice was deep and resonant, carrying an imposing pressure even without anger. Xie Jingci recognized the speaker's identity and, turning her gaze, indeed saw Pei Family Head, Pei Fengnan.
Standing beside him were also the Lady of the house, Bai Wan, and Pei Mingchuan.
All the ghosts and goblins, the whole lot, had arrived.
But perhaps it was for the best. Rather than letting Pei Du get entangled repeatedly with these infuriating fools from his family, it was better to take this opportunity to lay everything out clearly in the open.
Pei Fengnan hadn't expected to see Pei Du in the Ghost Realm. His gaze shifted slightly to the person beside him, and a trace of surprise spilled into his eyes: "This is... Miss Xie? How are your injuries?"
Bai Wan's eyes darkened.
"Uncle Pei."
Xie Jingci nodded to him in greeting: "I have fully recovered, no need to worry."
She paused briefly, a polite and gentle smile gracing her lips, but her tone left no room for argument: "I came to the Ghost Realm this time to take Pei Du back to the Xie family to recuperate."
"Miss Xie, I'm afraid you may not be aware."
Bai Wan, this unexpected complication appearing out of nowhere, had almost disrupted all their plans. Her heart was a tangled mess of irritation, but her face wore a smiling expression: "Pei Du, in his bid for the family head position, tried to murder me and Yu'er in the Ghost Tomb. That is precisely why Fengnan struck him down the cliff—such a scoundrel is not worth your care, Miss Xie. Just leave him to our Pei family."
Pei Fengnan also said: "This unfilial son is deeply afflicted by inner demons. He still needs to be taken back to the Pei residence for interrogation."
He then frowned, as if realizing something, and spoke again: "Miss Xie, you need not feel constrained by your status as his fiancée. Given this disgraceful incident, it would be perfectly acceptable for you and Pei Du to terminate the engagement immediately."
As if she would ever hand him over to them.
Xie Jingci just wanted to sneer.
Pei Du had only just managed to repair a few of his meridians, and his wounds were gradually healing. If he followed these people back to the Pei family, he would likely face even harsher punishment.
Framing Pei Du was just the first step. Since Bai Wan was determined to ruin him, she would certainly have further moves. And Pei Fengnan was a stubborn fool; with her whispering in his ear, who knew what he might do.
In the cultivation world, according to convention...
Those with wicked hearts who commit evil deeds are either executed on the spot, or have their cultivation crippled and their immortal bones removed, severing their path to immortality forever, with no possibility of further cultivation.
Neither outcome was one she wished to see.
As Pei Fengnan finished speaking, Xie Jingci could sense the aura beside Pei Du suddenly grow chaotic.
He certainly didn't want to go back to the Pei family with these people either.
"I did not come to the Ghost Tomb specifically to find Pei Du because we were once engaged."
The men and women confronting them wore grave expressions. When their gazes fell upon Pei Du, they were filled with undisguised disgust and contempt.
The young man beside her remained silent. When his eyes briefly met hers, he looked down in shame.
It was only at this moment that Xie Jingci truly and clearly realized for the first time that Pei Du had nothing left by his side.
No cultivation, no place to go, not even his closest family members—without exception, they all stood opposed to him. They seemed physically close, yet separated by an unbridgeable chasm.
The only one seemingly willing to stand by his side was her.
"Being engaged is just a title. The reason I'm helping him is simply because he is Pei Du."
Xie Jingci spoke unhurriedly, finally lifting her chin slightly: "Whether there's an engagement or not, if it's him, I will come."
The Pei family members in the distance were all stunned.
"You... you are truly Xie Jingci?"
Bai Wan struggled to maintain a trace of a smile on her lips: "I distinctly heard that the young lady of the Xie family never showed any closeness to Pei Du. If it weren't for her mother insisting—"
"I'm just very reserved and shy. Haven't you heard the saying, Grandma? 'I love you, but it's hard to say it out loud.'"
As she spoke, she took hold of Pei Du's sleeve, smiling brightly: "Brother Pei Du is handsome and a rare genius in the sword path. I fell for him at first sight—how could I possibly not want to be close to him?"
The words "reserved and shy" had absolutely no connection to Xie Jingci, who wielded a giant blade with wild abandon. It was a textbook example of talking nonsense with eyes wide open.
Moreover, this little brat had called her "Grandma."
While in terms of age alone, Bai Wan could easily be her grandmother with years to spare—she could even be called "ancestress"—but what woman would willingly accept such an address?
Hearing it, Bai Wan was furious but, constrained by her status as an elder, could only smile and pretend not to mind.
It felt great.
Watching that wicked woman turn into a fake-smiling granny, Xie Jingci felt refreshed and invigorated. She secretly shot Pei Du a triumphant look.
She had been quite generous with face today, hadn't she?
"As for what you call 'taking him back to the manor for interrogation,' I find it utterly absurd."
Meeting Pei Fengnan's imposing gaze head-on, she declared with unwavering resolve: "Since he is innocent, how can there be any talk of 'interrogation'?"
"Innocent?"
Pei Yu let out a cold sneer, still maintaining the demeanor of an elegant young master: "He colluded with evil demons, injuring both me and my mother. If even that can be considered innocence, then in Miss Xie's eyes, what exactly constitutes a crime?"
This time, Xie Jingci didn't get a chance to speak.
Just as she was about to lift her head and retort like a triumphant rooster, a faint, cool scent of medicinal herbs brushed past the tip of her nose.
She heard Pei Du's low murmur: "Miss Xie, there's no need to trouble yourself with this matter."
Unlike Xie Jingci's sharply confrontational, almost villainous style, Pei Du's expression was calm, revealing little emotion.
In truth, his features leaned towards the cold and aloof type. Combined with his tall, slender, and upright stature, the girls at the academy often said he resembled a lone sword upon a snow-capped peak—admirable from afar, but not to be trifled with.
Having spent this time with him and grown accustomed to Pei Du's often quiet and docile demeanor, Xie Jingci had nearly forgotten that description. Only now did she feel her heart stir abruptly.
"If my explanation can be dismissed as one-sided, then how can their account not be a premeditated scheme, a case of colluding villains?"
Pei Du's gaze was deep and shadowed, his clear voice carrying a faint rasp, like icy water striking stone in the heart of winter, cold and grating.
"First, if I truly harbored malicious intent, why would I choose to act personally in an open area, and even summon an endless horde of demonic creatures to attack en masse? To ensure I was discovered more quickly?"
Pei Fengnan's frown deepened.
"Second, if I were truly in league with those demons, I should have been able to control the demonic energy. How could it have suddenly taken advantage of a weakness, causing me to lose my mind? To loudly announce to everyone that I had succumbed to demonic influence?"
Before Pei Fengnan could speak, Pei Du cut him off with a grave tone: "Third, does no one find everything that day far too coincidental? First, Pei Yu disappeared for unknown reasons. Then, just as everyone arrived at the cliff's edge, they happened to witness that most crucial scene—isn't that strange?"
This kind of reasoned exposition was far more effective than Xie Jingci's rooster-like crowing.
Once he finished speaking, as long as Pei Fengnan wasn't a complete fool, he should immediately realize that his wife and biological son seemed rather suspicious.
Fortunately, he wasn't a true fool. Hearing this, his expression darkened slightly, and he shot a discreet glance at Pei Yu.
"Nonsense."
Bai Wan finally reined in her smile: "These are nothing but excuses. The situation then was critical in the extreme. How could I possibly use my own life and my son's as a gamble? Pei Du, I have treated you well all these years. To repay kindness with betrayal like this, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
For a moment, the two sides were locked in a stalemate.
"Since there's no evidence for this matter, and both sides stick to their own stories, and no conclusion can be reached, perhaps it's best to set it aside for now."
Xie Jingci said: "Moreover, that strike from Uncle Pei caused him to lose all his cultivation and left him severely injured. In contrast, those two poor 'victims' don't have a single wound on them—the punishment Pei Du has suffered is surely enough."
Bai Wan's eyes darkened.
"Uncle Pei said that day that Pei Du had betrayed us for evil demons and was no longer a son of the Pei family. The later arrest warrant also stated 'dead or alive,' indicating you truly intended to kill him with that strike, believing he would surely die. The life he owed the Pei manor can be considered repaid."
She raised an eyebrow as she spoke, her voice soft yet each word falling like pearls onto a stone plate, clear and distinct: "Since Pei Du now has no further connection to the Pei family, what is wrong with me taking him away?"
Pei Fengnan's brow twitched.
With so many eyes watching that day, the words "expelled from the Pei family" were indeed what he had said in a furious attempt to salvage the Pei family's reputation.
"You—"
Pei Yu was left speechless by her words, so angry his whole body tensed. He barely managed to utter that single word before faltering, unsure how to continue.
"I've truly never heard of anyone setting a treacherous plot to kill someone, only for the victim to emerge unscathed while the schemer himself ends up in such a wretched state."
Xie Jingci was followed by many citizens of Wucheng. Having heard the previous dialogue, they had a rough understanding of what had transpired.
Since she had defeated Jiang Tu with her blade, they were unconditionally on Xie Jingci's side. Now, hearing that Pei Du had been framed, they all began speaking up in mocking tones, voices overlapping.
"That's right, that's right. And attacking en masse in an open area? Would anyone really do that? As if committing crimes requires no brains."
"Destroying his cultivation and half his life, and 'dead or alive'... That clearly shows an intent to kill him. Who would dare go back with people capable of that?"
"These two are benefactors of Wucheng. We know their character well. If any of you intend to move against them, we will not allow it."
Pei Fengnan felt a tightness in his chest, his eye twitching.
He knew he absolutely could not take Pei Du away today.
These foolish commoners believed whatever they heard and had now completely sided with Pei Du. If he forcibly took him away here, the Pei family's reputation would be ruined.
As a straightforward cultivator who single-mindedly upheld the righteous path, Pei Fengnan valued reputation as highly as life itself.
Furthermore... as Xie Jingci had said, he indeed had no evidence to prove Pei Du's guilt. After hearing Pei Du's words, he had to admit a sliver of doubt had arisen in his heart.
"Father!"
Pei Yu was indignant: "Are we really just letting him go?"
"Look how anxious he is."
Someone pretended to whisper, but their derisive laugh was unmistakably loud: "If he says he doesn't have ill intentions, I won't believe it."
He was choked with anger.
This was not the scene he had envisioned.
Pei Du should have been left with nothing, reduced to a useless cripple who could barely walk, with no support around him, forced to kneel and beg for mercy before him.
But why—
Even as a worthless cripple, why did he still have the support of the Xie family from Yunjing? Why did even so many commoners from the ghost realm unhesitatingly defend him, all standing on his side?
What "benefactors"? Just him and that junior, Xie Jingci?
Utterly absurd! Why did they receive such adulation, while he was subjected to endless mockery from those demonic cultivators?
"If there's nothing else, we have urgent matters to attend to and will take our leave now."
Xie Jingci saw that Pei Fengnan was already wavering, likely sensing something amiss. Seizing the opportunity, she spoke up: "Farewell."
Pei Yu: "You, wait..."
Before he could finish, as he made to pursue them, another rough, large hand came to rest on his arm.
"Enough."
Pei Fengnan's dark eyes were profound. He had been gazing in the direction Pei Du departed, but now he silently lowered his gaze, meeting Pei Yu's eyes calmly.
When he spoke again, his voice was exceptionally somber and stern: "Do not let me discover you have been lying."
Pei Yu felt a sudden chill run down his spine.
Finally able to bid farewell to those detestable individuals, Xie Jingci walked with a spring in her step.
By the time the group arrived at the city wall, the open ground was already densely packed with common folk. Turning their heads and seeing Jiang Tu, every single one of them wore expressions of loathing, as if they wished to kill him on the spot.
Jiang Tu very consciously knelt on the ground.
Zhou Shen walked forward without a word. The moment he saw the face of his former friend, his eyes uncontrollably flushed red.
"Too much time has passed, and the breached hole is too small. It's very difficult to pull him out."
A young woman who appeared to be a healer said softly, "Only a cultivator at or above the Golden Core stage can break this city wall."
Zhou Shen nodded. His right hand, calloused and worn, gently pressed against the wall as sword energy gradually coalesced.
As cracks like vines began to appear and bricks and stones crumbled into dust, slowly, the entire form of a man was revealed from within the wall.
"Wait…"
In the silence that filled the entire night, someone suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Look, everyone! What is that?"
Not just him, Xie Jingci was also stunned.
The winter snowlight reflected the moonlight, and the surroundings were as dark as a tide. Yet, from within that breached hole, an even more pure, gentle, and lustrous white orb of light emerged.
The orb was round, delicate, and small, quietly suspended above Fu Chaosheng's head, like a solitary little moon that had shone upon him for fifty years in the endless darkness.
"This is…"
Someone, voice trembling with a sob, cautiously asked, "Is this… a solidified divine sense?"
Then came another, louder cry: "It really is solidified divine sense!"
Solidified divine sense.
Xie Jingci's heart had never beaten this fast.
In this ghost realm, aside from demonic cultivators, the most numerous were ghost cultivators.
The reason was simple: what enveloped the land was not just demonic aura, but also death energy. The fusion of the two greatly benefited the nourishment of souls and spirits, and ghost cultivators precisely refined souls and divine sense.
According to common sense, when a person dies, it's like a lamp extinguished; the soul quietly dissipates between heaven and earth, ceasing to exist. But Fu Chaosheng was different.
Xie Jingci took a deep breath.
That's right… Fu Chaosheng, he was different.
If he had died midway, his body, devoid of spiritual power, would have been unable to ward off the invasion of demonic energy, and the people of Wucheng would have suffered as well. Therefore, before Jiang Tu finished building the wall, he had to stay alive.
The moment the wall closed was also the moment he closed his eyes forever.
This inevitably led to an unprecedented situation.
It was known that Fu Chaosheng died within the city wall, and the barrier inside the wall was airtight, preventing even a sliver of his soul or divine sense from leaking outside.
It was known that the barrier was constructed from vast amounts of spiritual power, possessing incredibly dense spiritual energy at its very center.
It was also known that Fu Chaosheng's divine sense had been quietly nurtured within such immense spiritual energy for fifty years.
The sealed power within the wall had all become his nourishment, allowing what should have been fragile, easily scattered divine sense…
To coalesce and take form.
Just like all ghost cultivators do.
"A g-ghost cultivator!"
Someone, crying, laughing, and shouting all at once, yelled, "Is there a ghost cultivator among us!"
The ghost cultivators swarmed forward, nearly causing a stampede. Finally, after much difficulty, they found a reliable one who claimed that Fu Chaosheng's divine sense had already taken form. The reason it remained in the shape of an orb was because he had never studied the ghost path and was completely ignorant of it.
If they wanted him to regain a normal appearance, they likely just needed the ghost cultivators to transfer their power, using a strong external force to break open the shackles.
This step would require at least a night's time.
And so, the ghost cultivators, full of vigor and determination, gathered to discuss strategies and methods. Zhou Shen and Wen Miaorou were sent to a medical clinic for treatment. Jiang Tu was forced to produce the antidote for the demonic energy, allowing the cultivators in the ghost realm to leave it, no longer dependent on the demonic aura.
Upon learning that he would still face execution, Jiang Tu's cursing sounded like he was singing "The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau."
As for Xie Jingci, she was taken by Pei Du to the medical clinic. After receiving some medicine and treatment, she was brought back to the inn by him without further discussion.
She had originally wanted to stay and wait slowly by the side of those ghost cultivators, but was told "no visitors allowed." She could only watch helplessly as they entered a small room with the little orb of light.
"What kind of person do you think Fu Chaosheng will be?"
Xie Jingci was too excited to sleep, chattering away with him in the room. "We should be able to see him tomorrow—but the ghost gate only opens for two days. We'll have to leave soon, what a pity."
As she spoke, she kicked her legs and burrowed deep into the thick quilt. Pei Du subconsciously averted his gaze. "Miss Xie, you should rest well after your injury. I should return to my room as well."
When he was confronting Pei Fengnan, he was so sharp-tongued. How come whenever he talked to her, he became like a dull, silent gourd?
Since Pei Du didn't want to stay, Xie Jingci naturally wouldn't force him. She could only swallow all the words she wanted to say and nod obediently.
Then, in the very next instant, the system's voice rang in her head.
[Major Failure! As an excellent green tea, how can you give up such precious alone time? An injured heart needs soothing, and an injured body needs comfort even more.
—Corresponding scenario triggered. Please begin your green tea performance!]
Xie Jingci: …
Although the thing used a matter-of-fact tone, she could read between the lines, finding them full of schadenfreude.
Pei Du in front of the bed was about to turn away. Anxious, she reached out, grabbed his sleeve, and pulled it back. "Wait, Pei Du—!"
The force came too suddenly.
His body hadn't fully turned away, and he was completely unprepared. Xie Jingci's movement, however, was fierce and urgent. In a moment of daze, Pei Du only felt a cold breeze sweep past him.
As his body uncontrollably fell forward, out of reflex, he used his palms to brace against the bed rail, while his knees landed on the edge of the bed, sinking into the soft quilt.
Amidst the fragrance that rushed towards him, he saw Miss Xie's eyes, now extremely close.
He was… pinning Miss Xie beneath him.
He had almost fallen completely on top of her.
Pei Du's entire body suddenly grew hot.
"My apologies, Miss Xie, I—"
He rarely felt such panic. Letting the fire burn wildly on his ears, his mind a tangled mess, he could only try to push himself up using the strength in his wrists.
But he failed.
The hand Xie Jingci used to grab him still hadn't let go.
He couldn't guess her intention, his heart in turmoil.
The bedroom was terrifyingly quiet.
Suddenly, Pei Du heard her voice, coming from beneath him, faint and weak, like a cat's murmur: "...It hurts."
Just that one word was enough to make his ears explode.
His ears were filled with the sound of Miss Xie's steady breathing.
The hand gripping his arm tightened slightly, then gently loosened, resting limply on the firm muscle of his arm. The change in pressure was like a little hook, tugging and pulling, leaving his heart suspended in mid-air.
Xie Jingci said to him in an extremely low voice, "The wound… hurts a lot."
Xie Jingci cursed inwardly.
She was acting spoiled, and it was towards Pei Du.
She was dead.
Let her chop herself into pieces.
—So how could there be such embarrassing lines! Would Pei Du think she was sick? No, he definitely would think she was sick, right?
The outwardly pitiful Xie Jingci was, in her mind, already angrily rolling around, tormenting this body that no longer felt pure.
Pei Du's mind was completely blank at this moment.
Those two sentences were extremely brief, yet they had stirred him into utter disarray. Holding his breath, he listened as she continued, "Could you... blow on it?"
Xie Jingci: Just end me now.
Xie Jingci continued to radiate harmless, innocent charm: "Don't overthink it, I don't mean anything else. I just thought... if it hurts... if you could blow on it, maybe it wouldn't ache so much."
As she spoke, she tilted her cheek upward.
Near the jawbone on her right cheek, there was a bruise caused by a burst of spiritual energy.
With the dialogue finished, Xie Jingci just wanted to cry.
Thank heavens, it was finally over.
The power of acting sweet, innocent, and pitiful was truly terrifying. These were absolutely the most difficult lines she had ever delivered in her life, each one excruciatingly awkward enough to kill her.
A small mercy in this misfortune: given Pei Du's personality, he would one hundred percent choose to refuse without mercy.
Next, she just had to wait for his righteous and stern refusal, then they could happily bid each other goodnight. Everything would be perfect. She could burrow under the covers and sing about tomorrow being a good day. Just thinking about it made her a little excited.
Xie Jingci looked up, feeling pleased.
Unexpectedly, Pei Du made no move at all.
Only then did she realize that in this position, the distance between them...
Seemed a bit excessively close.
So close that it felt as if even the cool temperature emanating from Pei Du's body could pass through the thin layer of air and silently settle onto her skin.
...This person, whose intelligence seemed to fluctuate, he wasn't actually taking it seriously, was he?
No way, no way.
Xie Jingci felt an unprecedented flutter of panic and tentatively spoke up, "If you're unwilling, then forget it."
Wrong. Saying that actually made it sound like playing hard to get.
So she added another sentence, "I won't be angry or upset."
—A double dose of playing hard to get.
That made it sound exactly like she would definitely be both angry and upset!
"That's not what I meant, I was—"
The unspoken words were swallowed back.
Just as Xie Jingci was earnestly explaining, the young man mere inches away moved his Adam's apple. Beneath his long eyelashes, his dark pupils were unfathomable.
Pei Du's face was truly beautiful.
He appeared the very picture of a refined gentleman, yet his fingers gently lifted, drawing closer and closer to her.
You've got to be kidding.
Xie Jingci thought she would push him away.
But she just sat there dumbly on the bed, not moving a muscle.
Pei Du's fingertips were very cool, making her skin feel scalding hot in contrast.
He must have touched that bruise. After a brief, inadvertent contact, he quickly moved his finger away, his voice slightly hoarse, "...My apologies."
Because he was so close, every word he spoke felt like an electric current, zipping past her ears.
Xie Jingci's ears felt inexplicably warm.
Pei Du used his index finger to gently tilt her chin upward.
—This brat actually hooked her chin! Wow, he really has some nerve!
Xie Jingci deliberately averted her gaze, not taking a close look at his face, and therefore did not notice that although Pei Du was the one initiating the action, his face was even redder than hers.
It wasn't as if he had never imagined touching her with his own fingertips.
At first, it should have been her hand; for something more intimate, Miss Xie's face. If they went even further—
He dared not dwell on things that went further, feeling it would be a defilement. Every time the thought crossed his mind, his face would burn on its own, and he could only lower his head to keep others from noticing.
Yet at this very moment, he was kneeling with one leg on the edge of the bed, leaning down until they were a hair's breadth apart.
A heart-pounding, blush-inducing action.
For a fleeting moment, Pei Du wanted to pull her into an embrace.
Back then, Miss Xie had declared in front of the Pei family that it was love at first sight with him.
This was naturally a lie, but for him, it was enough to become honey that could bring joy for a long time. Whatever words she spoke, no matter how unbelievable, Pei Du was willing to believe.
It was just... blowing a breath of air.
He hooked her chin, his movements clumsy and unpracticed. The callus on his fingertip brushed against her tender skin, which seemed as if it would yield softly with just a bit more pressure.
The dead silence in the bedroom felt like it would last forever.
The area near the jawbone was close to the most sensitive part of the neck. When that refreshing, gentle stream of air flowed down, it was like wind skimming over water, rippling out in expanding circles.
Every inch of her skin trembled and itched uncontrollably.
Xie Jingci struggled to maintain steady breathing, her left hand subconsciously clutching the bedcovers tightly.
And to top it off, Pei Du was asking her with utmost seriousness, "Miss Xie... does it still hurt?"
Xie Jingci puffed up with anger like a pufferfish.
Xie Jingci: I think you're the collector's edition green tea.
