"Can you please not look at me like that?"
After the three men made a clean escape by jumping from the train, the now-empty compartment naturally became a private space for Chen Fei and Shadow Immortal Dance.
Though if word of this got out in the martial arts world, countless lovesick men would probably die of envy and heartbreak. The problem was, when Chen Fei actually found himself in this situation—being stared at unblinkingly by the beautiful woman before him, her eyes as clear as a mountain stream—he felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles, a sense of awkwardness washing over him.
"Oh, oh… I'm sorry." Hearing Chen Fei's somewhat helpless tone, Shadow Immortal Dance finally realized what she was doing. Her pretty face flushed slightly as she offered a soft apology.
Even so, her apology didn't seem particularly sincere. Just moments after she spoke, her eyes, as bright and clear as a mountain stream, once again fell involuntarily upon Chen Fei.
