"But I feel insecure!" Ye Qingci stopped in her tracks, raised both arms to wrap around his neck, and looked up at him with a smile. "Our Seventh Master is so amazing. If I don't have any special skills, how can I have the confidence to stand by his side? I would definitely feel inferior!"
"You? Inferior?" Jian Shichu pinched her cheek. "With your stunning looks, you could never feel inferior. Don't you know that the most dangerous weapon in the world isn't artillery—it's a beautiful face? You're so beautiful that you could conquer me with your appearance alone. Even if you knew nothing, I would still be hopelessly charmed by you and spoil you endlessly."
Ye Qingci held onto his neck and looked up at him, her smile playful. "Then, tell me, Seventh Master—did you fall for me because of my looks?"
