On ordinary days, Chu Qingyi's delicate brows and ink-stained gaze, coupled with her cold sword-like eyes, rendered her beauty striking without the need for excessive adornment.
Now, with their simple disguises, Chu Qingyi shed her usual aloofness. Her raven-black hair was tied up, and her entire bearing exuded an air of a gentle and virtuous wife, a grace that made one want to tease her tenderly.
Lu Changsheng promptly planted a kiss on her smooth, fair cheek.
Chu Qingyi's expression turned flustered, her beautiful eyes filled with embarrassed anger.
This man claimed he wouldn't force her, didn't he?
Earlier, he had stubbornly held her hand, and now he was acting like this…
Noticing the nearby shopkeeper watching them with a cheerful smile, Chu Qingyi shot Lu Changsheng a chastising glare before whispering, "Lu Daoist, didn't you say this would be the end of it previously?"
"Indeed, I said Qingyi needn't feel obliged or force herself."
