Zhao Qi had her back to the door, her snow-white dress flowing down in front of the sandalwood dressing table, her slightly furrowed brows reflected in the bronze mirror.
Li Yunjing gently pushed the door open and entered the room. Zhao Qi, holding a brush in her jade-like hand, paused but did not turn around. Her tone was slightly mocking: "The Vice Sect Leader of the 'Shenxiao Dao Sect' is so busy, how come you have time to see a wandering girl like me?"
Before she finished speaking, her nape was already enveloped by a warm breath.
Li Yunjing placed his arms on either side of the dressing table, encircling her in his embrace, his nose gently brushing through the fragrance in her hair: "Jealous? I came to see you as soon as I could."
His fingertips brushed over her reddened eyes in the bronze mirror, his voice softening, "Qi'Er, you should know, I knew them long ago. I'm not someone without feelings. If they're my women, of course I have to care for them!"
