The moment Qin Wei saw her face, at once, years' worth of memories flashed through his mind.
And in the next moment, his surprise turned into mischief, and his lips curled into a faint smirk. "Oh, my Luna, you're a mage, not an assassin. Stealth isn't your strength."
Luna glared at him with her cheeks flushed from exertion. "I should have killed you," she hissed, trying to get free.
As if guided by old habit rather than intention, his hand suddenly traced along her side, pausing against the curve of her breast. Her breath hitched, involuntarily, and a small, surprised sound escaped her lips as he groped it.
"Ah~"
Qin Wei suddenly blinked and paused, suddenly aware of what his hand had just done out of habit. "Sorry," he muttered as he retracted his hand in surprise and panic, "that wasn't…"
Luna's face had turned scarlet as she looked away.
