After spending a few days with Xiao Mo, Si Li often—whether intentionally or not—started tugging at the collar of her clothes in front of him.
Her fair little hands fanned herself through the neckline, revealing her smooth, snowy-white skin.
Or, at night, Si Li would lift her skirt, showing off her long, soft legs. Then she would point her toes and gently rub on white jade balm, which made her skin even smoother.
Sometimes, even in her sleep, Si Li would let out a soft moan now and then. No one knew what she was dreaming about.
Usually, at times like that, Xiao Mo would pick up a stone and throw it at her. It would hit her right in the back of the head, and only then would she quiet down.
One day, as the three of them walked across a plain, the weather—which had been clear moments before—suddenly turned to rain.
Xiao Mo and Wang Xin used Spiritual Energy to shield themselves from the wind and rain, but Si Li deliberately let herself get soaked.
Her hair was drenched, clinging to her forehead. Shimmering raindrops slid slowly down Si Li's fair cheeks, traced her delicate chin, ran along her long, swanlike neck and over her exquisite collarbones, then finally disappeared into the ravine between her snowy peaks.
Her clothes clung to her shapely figure, and the undergarment beneath her gauzy robes showed through faintly.
It was even possible to make out what lay beneath it.
Wang Xin hurried in front of Xiao Mo, covering his eyes.
"What are you doing?" Xiao Mo asked.
"Y-you're not allowed to look," Wang Xin said, her cheeks red.
"It's all right, little sister Wang Xin. I don't mind. Young Master Xiao can look all he wants," Si Li teased from the side.