"Leader, maybe we should reconsider. What if people gossip about us?"
"Why worry? If our intentions are upright, we shouldn't be afraid of gossip. It wouldn't be the first time anyway."
Lu Bei lifts Zhan Hongqu's chin, his fingertips touching her delicate skin. Then his hand covers her cheek, whispering, "Besides, it's only Junior Brother here, not the sect leader. Sister Zhan, you've called the wrong person."
As skin touches skin, Zhan Hongqu's cheeks flush red, her eyelashes tremble lightly like she's drunk, and her eyes half-open, soft light radiating from them.
Lu Bei's pointer finger twitches at the beautiful sight before him, and then he indeed moves it.
Zhan Hongqu bites her lip and sniffs, holding back Lu Bei's playful hand, "No, what if my father hears? He would be upset."
"Relax, I sent the old man away. He won't be back for three to five days." Lu Bei chuckles, and like a child seeking praise, whispers in Zhan Hongqu's ear about what happened in the secret realm.
