The early morning light rose like a veil of golden gauze. Day had already broken, and springwater-like sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating He Xi's sleeping, lovely face and making her look especially captivating. Hua Zhen rested his head on his arm and stared at her without blinking, his eyes brimming with deep affection.
They said a woman's heart was like a needle at the bottom of the sea, but Goddesses were the same. Sometimes, she would suddenly lose her temper for no apparent reason, leaving people utterly baffled. Like yesterday, when the wonderful atmosphere had been ruined by her, all traces of romance vanishing and leaving him with nothing but apologies and coaxing.
Don't try to figure out why, and don't think about defending yourself. Just accept that you were wrong.
Although using the Eye of Insight to read others had become second nature to him, Hua Zhen would never do that to He Xi. With his silver tongue, and since the Goddess had not truly been angry to begin with, the two of them soon became inseparable again.
The younger generation was not around, and no one nearby dared disturb them, so there was naturally nothing to hold them back from doing whatever they wanted. Still, they stopped at kissing and hugging.
Though He Xi was already over thirty thousand years old and had experienced all sorts of storms, she was still thin-skinned about certain things. He could take whatever other liberties he wanted, but that final boundary was off limits. It was not that she was pretending to be reserved; she simply was not mentally prepared yet.
Hua Zhen loved her too much to do anything she disliked. Even though her charming, seductive manner made his heart itch, he still restrained himself. Of course, that did