"It was an accident," Zheng Xiu replied guiltily.
'Well, a deliberate accident is still an accident, I suppose.'
Of course, he had no intention of doing anything more. At this moment, Zheng Xiu was simply savoring this feeling with Feng Bei—the feeling of getting to know her all over again. Their brief separation made the reunion feel sweeter than a honeymoon.
Right. Ambiguity.
Zheng Xiu suddenly thought of a word.
In any relationship, the ambiguous, flirtatious stage is always the most irresistible part.
He felt wonderfully pleased with himself.
He stretched out his hand and swirled it in the water, watching his skin gradually regain its healthy, ruddy color. Zheng Xiu resisted the urge to let the Dan Demon possess his own body and reveal its giant, muscular cannons.
