The hazy moon emerged from the transparent clouds like the wings of a cicada, shimmering with a silvery glow.
The lanterns were just being lit, and although Jing'an City was bustling and hot on a summer night, Lu Jin'an felt a slight, stimulating chill.
Senior Sister Mu Qingyue not only had a cold and aloof temperament, but even her slender fingers were cold.
Although Mu Qingyue was a Sword Cultivator, her palms had no calluses, making them especially comfortable in the summer night's heat.
Facing Mu Qingyue, Lu Jin'an stared directly at her eyes covered by black cloth and the blush on her cheeks.
Are you really that direct?
Did I really tell her to follow her own ways, is this her way?
Moreover, I just said she was inferior, but I didn't expect her to be bolder than Master the next second?
"Junior Brother..." Mu Qingyue's inner tension seeped through her usually calm tone, which now trembled slightly.
