For the next thirty minutes, Lin Mo held her gaze as their conversation continued. They talked about all the little things, bridging the gap between what they knew of each other.
In one way or another, no matter how much he hoped that the Sword Fairy's intention was different from the other women close to him, it became undeniable as she shifted closer.
The wet silk of her robe brushing against his arm and the sense of distance between them disappeared. It was neither the covert affection under the guise of business dealings of Yu Qingyan, the predatory claiming of Venom Master Xun, nor the comfortable, domestic reliance of Wu Meiyu.
What Jiang Jianxin showed was like a calculated strike of affection and gratitude, executed with the same flawless precision she used to sever illusions.
Although she was presenting herself as a sword he could rely on, a partner to walk the path was also implied.
