"Pei Yuhang."
"What is it?"
"You're hurting me..."
Fan Xuan bit her lip, her eyelashes trembling as a thin layer of mist welled up in her eyes.
Pei Yuhang looked down, only then realizing with a start where his hand had subconsciously gone.
'What a sin, what a sin,' he thought. 'How could a pure Sword Immortal like me be turned into this by a bad woman!'
Pei Yuhang quickly let go, and Fan Xuan, her face crimson, squirmed out of his embrace.
She straightened her wrinkled lapels and suddenly looked up to glare at him. Her gaze was a mix of flirtatious anger and indignation, the corners of her eyes still holding a bashful flush, like a dew-kissed peach blossom on a branch in March.
"If the Holy Daughter finds out you've been treating her personal maid like this, she'll definitely have your head!"
"And what about you?"
"I... I'm the victim. It's not like I'm intentionally doing something with you to betray the Holy Daughter.
