The mist appeared, flowing through Jinsheng's fingers.
Que Zelian's palm was covered with a layer of white mist, gently placed on her lower abdomen.
Looking down, he met Xiao Jinsheng's moist eyes looking back at him.
He smiled: "The mist here is also mine."
"Liar." Xiao Jinsheng sobbed.
Yet, the hand that reached out still tightly gripped Que Zelian's arm.
As she swayed, she closed her eyes and cursed Que Zelian fiercely in her heart.
Even if her memory was incomplete, he was still the bird pretending to be innocent to deceive her.
She had learned her lesson, no longer fooled by men.
Yet, she was deceived by a bird.
The next day was time to go flying, heading towards the glow of dusk.
Under Xiao Jinsheng's daggers for eyes, Que Zelian skillfully put on the complicated brocade robe.
When he reached for the belt, he found the other end tightly held by Xiao Jinsheng.
He tried to pull it, but Xiao Jinsheng was also pulling hard, not letting him take it.
