Xu Jingxi's disdain was profound, his arrogance palpable, "I don't need to go."
"Alright then." Leh Ying's hand rested on the blanket as her beautiful, shapely eyebrows knitted together, showing a touch of dejection.
Xu Jingxi looked at her, puzzled, then at the lobes of her ears, red and swollen, "Did biting your ear make it hurt so much that now you are looking forward to my departure from Forty-Nine City?"
Leh Ying hurriedly waved her hands, and in her haste, her fingertips brushed against the man's bare chest muscles, she paused in shock, and quickly withdrew her hand.
"No... no, Sir, please don't misunderstand, I didn't think that."
That was her flustered explanation.
Xu Jingxi lowered his head, contentedly observing her, curious to hear what sort of justification she could muster.
Leh Ying opened her mouth, "I thought, if you are going to Yuan City, maybe you could take me with you."
"To pass by the desert for some plein air painting," she added.
