"Junior Brother... you..."
Liu Qingdai's pale cheeks, a result of her injuries, suddenly flushed a deep red.
What are you doing?
That night, her thoughts had already been somewhat erratic. A young girl's heart always harbors dreams of romance.
When Wen Zhixing abruptly took her hand, how could she not be completely flustered?
The next moment, Wen Zhixing leaned closer to her ear, his warm breath caressing her skin, making every hair on her body stand on end.
"Junior Brother, I am not that kind of woman..."
Liu Qingdai instinctively backed away, but Wen Zhixing's hand gently pushed hers inward.
"Qingdai, keep this jade slip safe. Remember the secret skill it contains; it will be of great use."
Wen Zhixing's voice was very soft, his expression earnest, clearly not wanting others to overhear.
"...Eh, a jade slip? A secret skill?"
Liu Qingdai was taken aback, only then feeling the firm object in her palm.
"Qingdai, no need to ask further. Just remember my words."
