Black and white intertwined, making her eyes appear even clearer. Her body was soft, and lying on top of it felt like cotton.
Yezi seemed to be seeing again the little mischievous girl from years ago, giggling under the pear tree while she clutched her lower belly.
Warmth filled his heart, like drinking a bottle of strong liquor, feeling none of the winter chill of the twelfth lunar month, Yezi thought he was drunk.
"Yezi, get up, you'll drown," Xiao Xian pushed his shoulder, her fingers bumped against the climbing gear, feeling the opponent's rigid muscles. Years had passed, and this lad had grown taller rather than wiser, her shove having no effect.
Xiao Xian felt something was not right. Why was Yezi dazingly smiling at her? Now was not the time for goofy grins, especially with the sudden appearance of this dark river, surely the ginseng spirit baby must have taken this path.
