She stared at me blankly, seemingly wanting to see my true face through the mask. However, the mask itself was a Phantom God weapon, impervious to the prying eyes of any living being.
Driven by curiosity, Jing Xuechen slowly raised her hand almost instinctively, apparently wanting to undo my mask.
"Senior, may I...?"
"Is my appearance important to you?"
"But... you can't expect me not to wonder what you look like, right?" Jing Xuechen's hand touched my mask, while she struggled to suppress the tremors in her heart.
"Have you thought about the price you'll have to pay?" I pressed her hand back onto the bed.
"But..." Jing Xuechen tried to struggle, but she could barely muster the strength to resist. Feeling aggrieved, her eyes immediately reddened.
"What? You aren't even mine, yet you want to know what I look like?"
When she saw me release her and stand up, Jing Xuechen let out a sigh of relief. At the same time, she had finally come completely to her senses.
Jing Xuechen grabbed me again as I turned to leave and murmured, "Senior Dao Tian... you gave me a new lease on life, but... can't we take this step by step...? Anyway... sooner or later, I'll be... Senior's..."
"Hm?" I had only intended to tease her, but now it seemed this little girl was serious.
"So can you please not leave...?" Jing Xuechen looked at me pleadingly.
I glanced around the bedroom. Though it was lavishly furnished, its vast emptiness still carried a hint of loneliness. It was hardly strange that she had grown dependent on me.
After all, an immortal who had never once left the Demon Sect from childhood onward had suddenly arrived in such a strange environment. It was only natural for her to feel unsettled.
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