Pan Long smiled faintly at Wu Jixing and the others as they approached, then went to meet them.
He deliberately avoided looking at Xiao Cui beside Wu Jixing, but he still could not resist a second glance. When an extraordinarily beautiful woman walked toward you, failing to look twice was not merely a matter of lofty morals; it might mean your sense of beauty was utterly unlike anyone else's.
Pan Long's sense of beauty was perfectly normal, so in the end, he could not resist looking twice.
Xiao Cui clearly noticed his gaze. The breathtaking young woman smiled, not particularly shy but rather a little proud.
She had always been fully confident in her beauty.
A woman's beauty had always been a powerful weapon. Xiao Cui had never intended to use it, and Wu Jixing loathed the very idea of using such a "weapon." In Wu Jixing's view, the moment a woman even considered it, she was finished and no longer worth mentioning.
Wu Jixing even hated having others admire her own beauty.
But that was Wu Jixing's view. Xiao Cui herself quite liked being admired.
Especially by exceptional people. If they were exceptional men, so much the better.
It was instinct. Just as men often felt invigorated when a beautiful woman looked at them, women were much the same.
Once again, Wu Jixing spoke first. "I hadn't expected Hero Pan to have an affinity with Buddhism as well. I've known Master Tianxiong for nearly ten years, and this is the first time I've seen him offer someone a sutra of his own accord."
Pan Long was mildly taken aback. Something struck him as odd.
Both times, Wu Jixing had referred to herself in neutral, even masculine terms. That was truly uncommon.
*Could she dislike being a woman so much