At this moment, Li Zhibai gently wiped Zhu Pingniang's temples and could smell the faint, plum blossom-like fragrance from her. He could feel her lost, even somewhat dazed gaze falling upon his face.
What exactly is the relationship between Tong Jun and myself?
Sisters?
But if you think about it, her relationship with Tong Jun is far better than with her actual sister.
Yet, when it comes to the kind of relationship like those on Muyu Peak, it doesn't qualify as that either—she wouldn't have any improper thoughts about the girl she's watched grow up.
It's strange.
Putting down the wet towel, Li Zhibai lightly tapped the dazed Zhu Pingniang, releasing his finger after poking her forehead.
"You're a grown person now, can you really be so silly washing your face?"
"...Do... Do I?" Zhu Pingniang came back to her senses, her face flushed completely, unsure if it was due to the hot water from washing, or her current restless mind.
"Come on now." Zhu Pingniang sat up straight.
