Vermilion Bird Has Come Back to Life
Mo Shanshan wondered why she had suddenly let down her guard around Wang Yue.
She couldn't figure it out. As she ate the roast rabbit, her movements slowed, and she gradually became more demure.
A question suddenly came to her mind: was this the kind of affection her senior sisters had talked about?
But when had it begun?
When they bathed at the little lake? During her fellow disciples' teasing? Or when Wang Yue had taught her his unique secret art?
Or had it begun the first time she saw what Wang Yue looked like?
She couldn't figure out when Wang Yue had stirred her heart and set ripples across the lake of her feelings.
As she thought about it, her gaze settled on Wang Yue, and for a while, she forgot to look away.
Wang Yue was carving a rune when he noticed a girl stealing glances at him. Even with his remarkable self-control, he couldn't help chipping the rune.
He tossed aside the piece he was holding and muttered to himself that it wasn't his fault. If anyone was to blame, it was Mo Shanshan. A girl so pure and beautiful was simply too tempting to a man.
Seeing what Wang Yue had done, Mo Shanshan immediately realized he had ruined the rune. She froze for a moment, then understood that he had caught her staring at him. Her face flushed.
She grew nervous and nearly choked on the rabbit in her mouth, then couldn't help coughing.
Seeing Mo Shanshan get shy made Wang Yue feel less awkward. He quickly pretended not to understand and changed the subject. "Shanshan, are you cold? If you are, I can teach you a sword style. You can practice and warm yourself up."
Hearing that