The effect of the paired-wing bird feathers was mutual.
Though Xi Yue felt she had let herself go more than she had imagined, Qin Yi also felt that he had been exceptionally proactive toward Miss Yue this time.
He had many beauties around him, but this sort of initiative in launching an offensive was not all that common. More often than not, others took the initiative with him, while he habitually said, "Please conduct yourself with dignity." Not to mention his relationship with Miss Yue—just a few days ago, she had merely been a chance acquaintance he had shared drinks with. They had not spent much time together. For him to be so eager now was rather strange.
It had not even been like this with Minghe back then—he had truly craved her body... This time, he actually had not. Qin Yi's original feelings toward Miss Yue had only been admiration. He liked her free-spirited, chivalrous nature, with no thoughts between man and woman.
For such a relationship to turn into touching and kissing after fighting side by side once, and even exchanging corny love talk... when he carefully sorted it out, it really had progressed rather quickly. By his usual temperament, they would likely have lived together as gentlemen for a long while before affection grew with the passing days, then broken through the boundaries of their relationship at some fitting opportunity.
It was even possible Miss Yue would have been the more proactive one, just like after she had stolen that kiss before: a kiss was a kiss, so little brother, behave yourself. One day, her big-sister aura surging forth as she drank herself tipsy, she might have taken the initiative to tease him: You there? Let me see your dick? That seemed more like the usual script.