"I like your possessiveness."
Esdeath seemed to be confirming it, yet also provoking him, though more than anything, there was an indescribable depth of affection in her voice.
She slowly moved closer to Chang Wei. The distance between them was so slight that they could feel each other's breath, carrying both fighting spirit and tenderness.
Chang Wei felt as though he had fallen into an immense well of gentle affection.
Although Esdeath might have fallen slightly short of Teresa in height and figure—after all, Teresa's nearly perfect body was the golden-ratio ideal among Great Sword Female Warriors, every line outlining the astonishing image of a Big Sister—Esdeath possessed a charm entirely her own.
Her figure was commanding and powerful, especially those full yet gentle curves, as though they could embrace every storm and unease in the world.
In Chang Wei's eyes, that unique beauty was enough to make him disregard every external comparison.
Especially those gentle curves concealed beneath her clothes and occasionally revealed, which stirred endless fantasies.
Chang Wei no longer cared about the judgment of the world, nor did he care about what was considered indecent.
Without hesitation, he reached out and gently wrapped an arm around Esdeath's waist. The two walked forward as if no one else existed, while the civilians around them, whose perceptions had been altered, cast strange looks their way and murmured among themselves.
They might have overlooked Esdeath's improper attire, but the undisguised intimacy and brazenness between the two undoubtedly became a hot topic in the streets and alleys.
Chang Wei did not need to ask around. One glance was enough for him to know where they were.
Hangzhou, this ancient water town of Jiangnan, drew countless travelers with its unique charm.
It still retained that distinctive appeal.
Little bridges over flowing water,