"Young Master Ling, you're out!"
Outside the Ancient Tomb Mansion, Xia Wanjin and the others had long since emerged and been waiting. When they saw Ling Feng flying toward them, they immediately stepped forward to greet him. Xuan Su was the first to reach him, asking with concern.
"Ling Feng, are you all right?"
Seeing Xuan Su's eyes filled with nothing but him, Ling Feng felt the warmth of her concern. He reached out and gently pinched her soft cheek, smiling tenderly. "I'm fine. Something just held me up."
Ling Feng's gesture brought a faint blush to Xuan Su's cheeks. But just then, a delicate fragrance unique to a woman drifted over. Her brows knitted, her expression abruptly changed, and her beautiful eyes turned piercing as she stared at him. "Why do you smell like another woman? Tell me honestly, did you and some other..."
"No! Absolutely not!"
Ling Feng hurriedly interrupted her interrogation, raising three fingers toward the sky in an oath. "I swear to heaven."
"Then how do you explain that fragrance on you?"
Xuan Su was clearly not so easily fooled and eyed him suspiciously. But Ling Feng could lie without blushing, without even rehearsing. He brushed it off. "Oh, it's a medicinal herb I found in the ancient tomb. Its fragrance is similar to yours. If you don't believe me, I'll show it to you when we get back."
"All right. I'll believe you for now."
Watching their playful flirting from the side, Xia Wanjin was delighted. But when his gaze shifted, he noticed his daughter, Xia Zhilan, constantly twisting her slender, pale fingers together. She kept stealing glances at Ling Feng and Xuan Su, her pout seeming rather jealous.
Could this girl also...
As a man who had been through it himself, Xia Wanjin