"This..."
Xue Qinghe slightly raised his exquisite face, his beautiful eyes glimmering as though he were pondering something.
Actually, spending the night here admiring the moon with Feng Gege wouldn't be bad either.
It seemed they had not spent time together in quite a while.
The moonlight was beautiful tonight, too.
The corners of Xue Qinghe's exquisite face curled up slightly.
"Qing He, I have wine too."
Qin Feng flicked his wrist, and an exquisite little jade bottle appeared in his hand.
His smile became a little more suggestive.
"Old Brother Qin Feng, why do I feel like your gaze is so strange?"
Xue Qinghe pursed his lips, his face full of disdain.
"Strange? My gaze is perfectly pure, as clear as a glass cup."
Qin Feng wore an aggrieved expression.
Such a pure gaze, and it was being called strange.
What could possibly be strange about it? Did he look like he was coveting this girl's body?
"Old Brother Qin Feng, let's forget about moon-gazing. Father has something to discuss with me. Let's make another appointment another day."
Xue Qinghe lightly brushed the tip of his nose before speaking calmly.
The hesitance on his face suddenly vanished, replaced by seriousness.
He had thought about it for a long time.
If he spent the night outside and no one became suspicious, that would be fine. But if anyone did suspect something, whether it was Spirit Hall or the empire, he would be in deep trouble.
And Feng Gege would be dragged into it as well.
It was not worth it.
Matters of the heart could wait until the end.
Once he completed his mission and Spirit Hall was the only power left in the world, he would reveal his identity.
Given Feng Gege's talent, by then, no one in Spirit