She had never imagined that among the disciples of the Sword Sect, known for drawing their swords and striking at a word of disagreement, there could be such an anomaly.
It would be one thing if he was merely eccentric, but he was also a scoundrel.
"Heh, feigned affection."
Even as she said this, Tian Liuli was still enduring the discomfort of wanting to punch him away, yet she let him do as he pleased.
This was the first time in her long life that she had experienced the feeling of someone helping her comb her hair.
'If this is what people call a marriage of equals, then it seems quite nice,' she thought to herself.
A silent thought.
"Just this once, and never again. I hope you remember your own words. If I find out that you only come to me when you need something..."
After he had finished helping her insert the hairpin, Tian Liuli spoke coldly.
