Tianmiao stopped her steps and looked at Cheng Miaomiao.
Cheng Miaomiao also looked passionately at Tianmiao.
She is not a Sword Spirit, she is not anyone.
She is my goddess.
Cheng Miaomiao tightly grabbed the hem of Tianmiao's clothes, and only realized what she had just said when she heard Tianmiao chuckle.
"Ah, no, Sister, I didn't mean that. I mean, thank you, Sister, for saving me. Sister, you're amazing, Sister, you're strong, Sister, you're so cool. You were really incredible earlier. If it weren't for you, Sister, I'd be done for today." Cheng Miaomiao explained incoherently, and the more she explained, the redder her face became.
