The cool touch of her fingers against his delicate skin was like a sudden awakening for Bai Chuwei, who immediately withdrew her hand.
With an unreadable expression, Duan Feihan watched her. "Who did you think I was?"
Living for so long tends to thicken one's skin, and Bai Chuwei was equally collected. "No, no, I just thought Hanhan looked very handsome today," she said.
Duan Feihan let out a soft, cold chuckle. Who else could it be but her, with that bright moonlight and cinnabar mole?
Bai Chuwei didn't know how she had mistaken someone else for him just now. She coughed and emphasized, "I mean it, Hanhan looks very handsome today."
Since ancient times, so many emperors have yearned for immortality, for their realms to last forever. The most obvious first benefit of immortal cultivation is—the transformation of one's appearance and aura.
