Xiao Qingyue slowly sat down beside Chen An. She bit her bright red lower lip and looked out of the window at her side. Her flawless noblewoman's face was filled with humiliation.
Chen An smelled a very pleasant scent from her. It was a flower fragrance that he had never smelled before when he was close to her.
Upon closer inspection, he could see that her attire had also changed significantly.
The color of the court dress had changed from the usual white or purple that she usually wore, to a plain pink that she had almost never worn before. It reduced the solemnity and dignity of a Sect Master and had a hint of a woman's gentleness.
"Turn your face around."
Chen An ordered Xiao Qingyue.
Xiao Qingyue seemed to be maintaining her dignity as the Sect Master. She pretended not to hear Chen An's words and kept looking out of the window.
