“Isn’t it difficult for you to remain seated upright given that you’ve just regained consciousness?” Ye Xiuwen patted Jun Xiaomo’s bed, “Lie down for a while. I’ll make you something to eat. You must be hungry after sleeping for so many days.”
Jun Xiaomo held her nose high in the air and proudly retorted, “I’m already in the elementary-tier Nascent Soul stage of cultivation! I wouldn’t be hungry even if I didn’t eat anything.”
Ye Xiuwen found her reaction slightly amusing. That said, he also found himself rather helpless in front of her as he tousled her hair once more as he quipped, “That’s right, little martial sister has grown up.”
Over eleven years had passed in the blink of an eye, and this young girl who had only been chest-height to him had finally blossomed into a beautiful, fine figure with gracious curves and mature appearances replete with an unwavering, steadfast determination.
That said, he had also discovered that she would subconsciously display some childish behaviour whenever she was around him. This caused Ye Xiuwen to feel a swathe of complex emotions washing through his heart.
Was he fated to remain as nothing more than a trustworthy martial brother in Jun Xiaomo’s eyes?
On the other hand, Jun Xiaomo began to feel rather embarrassed by the slightly indulgent gaze in Ye Xiuwen’s eyes, and she lowered her head once more and rubbed her nose. Then, she covered her mouth and yawned.
“Are you tired? You should get some more rest if you’re feeling tired?” Ye Xiuwen suggested.
Truth be told, there were so many things that he wanted to ask Jun Xiaomo, including...