Bai Chuwei was momentarily stunned, her hand resting on his shoulder as her slender fingers lightly trailed over the ends of his tousled hair, her tone leisurely, "I wouldn't know that, I've never tried."
The cold wind blew fiercely between the clouds, tossing her dark hair into disarray, but Bai Chuwei continued unfazed, "Men, they all like to boast about that sort of thing, but whether it's true or not can only be known after it's been verified."
Duan Feihan: "..."
Bai Chuwei sighed, thinking that in terms of thick-faced, there really were few in the world as thick-skinned as her.
With such matters, it's always others who blush, while the old ancestor remains as composed as ever.
The flight from Haicheng to Zhongzhou was quick, and in just the time it took for Bai Chuwei to doze off, she had already arrived above the territory of Zhongzhou.
