"You're pressing your lips... a bit too hard." Zhao Changhe scrutinized for a moment, then suddenly reached out to wipe her lips: "It's coming out."
Ye Jiuyou didn't even have the thought of resisting when his slightly rough hand had already brushed past her lips, wiping away a trace of crimson.
Unlike the accidental contact in previous battles or the hand-holding she didn't care much about... This time was the closest they had ever been, completely crossing the boundary of normal male-female interaction. Yet Ye Jiuyou didn't feel it was inappropriate; instead, her heart beat even faster.
From being a straightforward man who thought women only slowed down the draw of a sword to today, Zhao Changhe had experienced relationships with women of many different natures. His research into a woman's heart could rival the Earth List if not the Heavenly List. How could a woman enduring eternal loneliness resist such an offensive?
Saying a sycophant doesn't have a chance is not absolute.
