Qing Yanjing Blamed Herself for Misunderstanding Meng Chen

Meng Chen let out a long breath.

"Aunt Qing, are you there?"

Meng Chen asked carefully.

He was not sure whether Qing Yanjing would still respond to him after his confession. What if she refused to come out until she had sorted things out...

The Small Pagoda did not answer immediately, falling silent for several seconds.

To Meng Chen, those few seconds felt especially long.

But Qing Yanjing did not hide from him in the end. Golden streams of light flew from the Small Pagoda and condensed into the figure Meng Chen knew better than anyone.

Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her neck was long and graceful, her waist slender and her curves full.

For some reason, Meng Chen felt as though sunlight existed solely for her. She merely stood there, yet he felt that all light had gathered upon her, bathing her entire body in a warm golden glow.

Meng Chen looked at Qing Yanjing, and his heartbeat suddenly skipped faster.

He knew he had seen her countless times already, but today, she somehow felt different.

Perhaps because he now knew what had happened, seeing Qing Yanjing again made Meng Chen desperately want to know how he had felt at the time.

But back then, he had lost his reason and his memories, leaving only instinct behind.

That impulse must have made her suffer terribly, right?

I'm sorry, Master. I frightened you.

His gaze seemed glued to Qing Yanjing, impossible to move away—and unwilling to move away.

Meng Chen's stare left Qing Yanjing both embarrassed and pleased. She could not help shooting him a glare, hoping he would restrain himself a little.

"Cough, cough."

Meng Chen coughed twice and withdrew his gaze.

Now was not the time to indulge in such things. Sky Serpent Mansion had joined