Zhu Nanzhi fastened her belt and stepped forward to Lu Jin'an, adjusting his clothes before they walked together to the deck.
With her hands clasped behind her back, Zhu Nanzhi bounced to stand beside Qingyue, who had her arms crossed. She tilted her head and carefully examined the cool and aloof Sword Immortal's face: "You're so strange."
Mu Qingyue said softly, "You wouldn't understand."
This feeling was reminiscent of the times when her mother and Junior Brother were not at Taichu Peak, and she sneaked into her Junior Brother's room to roll around on his bed.
A kind of stimulating sensation, worrying that she might be discovered at any moment.
"Doing it myself is better than watching," Zhu Nanzhi hooked her hair behind her ear: "I don't understand you."
"It's alright." Mu Qingyue glanced back at Lu Jin'an, thinking of the wicked side he showed earlier when deceiving the Holy Daughter, making her fall...
