"What's wrong, Master? You've seemed so listless ever since we came back from Sister Lin's."
Qing Yueqiu blinked her ruby-red eyes, then reached out and gently poked Pei Yuhang's cheek. She teased him in a coquettish tone:
"Could it be that Master is that worried about Sister Lin? If so, why don't we move onto her Spiritual Ship, hmm?"
Ever since the two of them had taken that forbidden step.
Qing Yueqiu had become even clingier with Pei Yuhang, as if she needed to be close to her master at all times just to feel at ease.
At this moment, Qing Yueqiu was lying in Pei Yuhang's arms, gazing at the side of his flawless, jade-like face.
Her tone held a hint of probing. Her crimson eyes were fixed on Pei Yuhang's face, a cunning glint in them, like a mischievous little fox testing its prey's reaction.
Her fingers still rested on Pei Yuhang's cheek, her fingertips caressing him gently with a mix of attachment and reluctance to let go.
