"Not at all. To be honest, you're actually quite pretty." I drew my hand back, brushing it across her brow.
Her face was as exquisite as a painting, her skin smooth and delicate, almost reflecting a faint sheen.
Her long, gently arched swordlike brows rested above her eyes, lending her features a rare touch of heroic spirit.
Like a cat that had known nothing but pampering, Jian Beitang pouted slightly. "Hmph, is it so hard to admit how wonderful I am?"
"Not at all. I just don't think you need to please me because of who I am. Jian Beitang is Jian Beitang. You have no reason to flatter anyone, including me." I lifted her chin. Her red lips were sensual and slightly cool, making me want to warm them.
With me teasing her like this, she couldn't help leaning closer.
She slipped her arms beneath mine and draped herself over me like a cat. "Then cherish me."
"Mm, I will." I patted her back, only to feel the curves of her chest against me.
Jian Beitang carried a faint fragrance, her own unique scent. Perhaps she only gave it off around someone she liked.
"You won't think about him anymore?" I brought it up at entirely the wrong moment.
She had been enjoying our tender moment, but my question instantly extinguished Jian Beitang's ardor. Her whole body stiffened, and she angrily pulled out of my embrace. "Master! Why bring that up when everything was going so well? Who even knows how many lifetimes it's been?!"
"Heh, even I still remember it vividly. What about you?" Sitting on Qinglian, I propped up my chin and watched her.
With her passion quenched, Jian Beitang had lost her earlier heat and finally looked somewhat serious. "I know some memories can never be