Why did these two look like they were taking a stroll through their own courtyard...?
Couldn't they at least give him some face and take half a step back?
Seeming to notice the awkwardness in the other person's eyes, Qing Xuan cooperatively sucked in a breath. "What a terrifying demon. Let's go."
With that, Qing Xuan took Qing Yi's hand and hurried past the iron gate, following the corridor around the next corner.
Behind them, the staff member blankly retracted his claws, left standing in disarray amid the eerie green glow.
After turning the corner, Qing Yi finally burst out laughing.
In the dim corridor, the young woman tilted up her fair, jade-like face, her eyes brimming with irrepressible mischief.
"Brother, wasn't your acting a little too perfunctory? Normally, after getting frightened like that, shouldn't I scream and leap into your arms to be scared for a while?"
Qing Xuan looked down at her, one brow raised, and went along with it. "In theory, we did miss that part."
"Then let's make it up."
A bright, sly glint flashed through Qing Yi's eyes.
Before she had finished speaking, she lightly pushed off the ground with her toes and leaped up, landing gracefully in Qing Xuan's arms.
Her slender arms naturally looped around his neck as she hung securely from him.
Qing Xuan instinctively reached out to support her, and her soft, warm body filled his embrace.
The faint fragrance of grass and wood clinging to her body, mingled with the warmth of her long hair, instantly filled his arms.
"Carry me, Brother."
The young woman affectionately rubbed her cheek against the hollow of his neck, a triumphant smile on her lips.
Holding her in his arms, Qing Xuan felt both helpless and amused. He simply held her more securely and