For years, Bai Yunxian had lived as a woman to survive the internal politics of his family and the sect.
He had been lusted after, hunted, and underestimated. He had always been the one to strike, the one to kill, the one to endure the cold.
But now, someone was standing in front of him. Someone was getting "jealous" on his behalf. Someone was cleaning up the "perverts" so he wouldn't have to soil his hands.
He looked at her back, straight, strong, and unyielding. As she finished off the last of the rogue leaders by literally burying him neck-deep in the dirt with a single kick, Bai Yunxian felt a strange, rhythmic thumping in his chest. It wasn't the surge of Qi or the thrill of battle.
It was a flutter. A warm, terrifyingly unfamiliar sensation that radiated from his heart to his fingertips.
'She... she really thinks I'm hers?' he thought, his usual icy detachment melting just a fraction.
