Watching the Xuan Beast carry the pair off into the distance, Xi Zhen screamed in despair from below. She never imagined that after so many years... Chi Heng would have a female by his side.
Perched demurely on the Xuan Beast, Wen Qian kept glancing back, trying to read Chi Heng's expression, but all she could see was his sharp jawline.
The Xuan Beast seemed to sense Wen Qian's fidgeting. It shifted its body slightly and let out a low murmur. Wen Qian quickly grabbed hold of the beast's mane to steady herself.
She stole another glance behind her and saw Chi Heng sitting ramrod straight, like a statue. When he saw her looking, he immediately leaned forward. "What's wrong?"
"Er..." Wen Qian felt her face flush. She turned away and stared straight ahead again. After a moment, she asked in a low voice, "Are we going home?"
Chi Heng didn't answer right away. A moment later, he lowered his gaze. As he dipped his head, his warm breath brushed against her earlobe.
