"I misspoke, sister inviting me over to your home is already the best hospitality."
Jiang Sha lowered her eyelids, the smile at the corner of her mouth grew slightly.
They sat in the lakeside pavilion within the garden.
The spring breeze gently blew, and the scent of flowers filled the air.
Ye Wuyue, who was usually effortless in handling banquets for the most distinguished guests of the Immortal Dynasty, was now sitting upright, her body stiff and awkward. Afraid of being found with impure motives, she didn't dare to glance at Jiang Sha, but the more she avoided it, the more evident her impure motives seemed.
Jiang Sha peeled a Crystal Spirit Orange for her, "Your lips are dry, eat some to moisten them."
The orange peeled by sister's own hands.
