Watching Dan Wulan's retreating figure, Su Bei really wanted to say, "Actually, you could have given me a gentle embrace."
Regarding his ambiguous relationship with Dan Wulan—more than friendly yet short of physical intimacy—Su Bei felt troubled.
It seemed that every time he tried to take a step forward, she always showed a faint, subtle resistance. Sometimes it even made Su Bei wonder if what he'd seen that night hadn't been her at all.
Yet, when Su Bei opened his eyes, the image of her coyly covering her shy expression always lingered in his mind, hard to dismiss.
The favor of a beauty is the hardest to accept.
Su Bei smiled bitterly, feeling the tingling sensation as the Qi Blood Pill continuously mended his body's meridians. He sat down beside his three disciples.
His eyes seemingly watched the intense battle on the platform nearby, but his thoughts had drifted far away.
"Master..."
