And then—
"This is the Saintess's private chamber!?"
Key Smoke nodded.
Su Bei hesitated for a moment before speaking up.
"Isn't this inappropriate? This is your private chamber, after all..."
Key Smoke smiled softly.
"In the Illusion World, we were supposed to be married. Do we still care about this?"
Her words were lightly spoken, her lips slightly parted, exhaling an intoxicating fragrance.
It brushed against Su Bei's face—cool, gentle, and ticklish, like the spring willow breezes of Jiangnan, subtly chilling and stirring the depths of his heart.
Su Bei felt a little embarrassed, an uncharacteristic twinge of shyness washing over him.
Am I being teased by her in return?
AHEM—
"What about the people from the Sword Sect?"
Key Smoke gazed at the man who had left an indelible mark on her heart, her emotions a complex tangle.
"They've already left... they don't want you anymore."
Su Bei: "..."
"Is the Ascension Platform over? How long did I sleep?"
