Don't Be Nervous. I Won't Make You Take Responsibility.

"Xiao Bei..."

After several breaths of silence, Chen Changming's Adam's apple bobbed. At last, he managed to say those two words.

Gu Huaibei moved closer and patted Chen Changming on the shoulder. Her fragrance was as sweet as orchids as she smiled brightly. "Hehe, don't be nervous. I won't make you take responsibility."

She paused.

Her flowerlike smile took on a hint of mystery, and she sighed softly:

"You and I are both cultivators. We should be above such petty concerns."

"Only you and I know of this, and Heaven and Earth."

"You don't need to feel bad about it."

As she spoke, two blushes rose on her cheeks. She murmured, "Daoist Chen, you called me Xiao Bei, so I've come to regard you as family."

Hearing this, Chen Changming's face flushed with embarrassment. All he could do was nod awkwardly.

There was no helping it.

He wasn't good at dealing with women.

In more than two hundred years of cultivation, Du Xiaoliang was the only woman in his life. But they spent more time apart than together, and the time they'd spent side by side was so pitifully short that he could count it on one hand.

At his core, Chen Changming still hadn't escaped the cage of bachelorhood.

He had always been a lone wolf.

Seeing how awkward Chen Changming was, Gu Huaibei felt rather awkward too. After all, they had once been fellow cultivators who'd faced life and death together, but then, in the blink of an eye, they'd become a man and woman tangled together in the same bed.

She took a deep breath. "Daoist Chen, let's go."

"Let's go."

Chen Changming nodded.

They set off together, both keeping their heads down and saying nothing.

They retraced their steps.

When they reached the tunnel outside the