After leaving Gu Qingchan's Fragrant Chamber, several scenes still lingered in Chen Ping'an's mind, while a strange sensation faintly remained at his fingertips.
Over the past few days, Gu Qingchan's figure had flashed through his mind from time to time. Especially that timid yet seductive appearance of hers—it made him somewhat unable to stop himself.
When he had spoken with Gu Qingchan just now, Chen Ping'an's thoughts had not been on such matters at all. Yet when he saw her seated in the seat of honor in her palace gown, dignified and composed, certain scenes could not help but resurface in his mind.
"What's going on with me? Thinking about this nonsense all day long." Chen Ping'an could not help but mock himself.
His ambitions lay in the martial path; his mind had never been on such things. At least, compared to everything else, these were far from the most important. Yet even so, Gu Qingchan still stirred a different sort of feeling in him. It was not affection, but an inexplicable possessiveness.
"What's wrong with me?" Chen Ping'an revealed a trace of a wry smile and shook his head helplessly.
Could it be an aftereffect of that day's spiritual entanglement? Or was the cultivation art Gu Qingchan practiced somehow special, giving her an inexplicable attraction toward the opposite sex?
Several guesses surfaced in Chen Ping'an's heart, but there was no basis for any of them, and for the moment, he had no clue.
Hm?
Chen Ping'an's heart stirred as he sensed an aura steadily approaching. His expression remained unchanged as he continued forward. Only after several breaths did he raise his head as though he had just noticed.
A handsome man with sword-like brows and bright eyes was walking directly toward him.
"Lord Feng." Chen Ping'an stepped aside to