Affairs with The Scribe Carbuncle Saint

Perhaps entranced by the beauty standing firm in front of Chen Jinghe, Xia Luo was quiet, an awkward silly smile playing on his lips as a rosy pink color made its way from his neck to his earlobes, his right index finger playing with his cheek. The Vigilant Swordsman Alchemist was intoxicated. The Scribe Carbuncle Saint's long silky hair was glimmering under the resplendent moonlight. Xia Luo couldnt pry his eyes away and started examining the beautiful features of his beloved, take in the precious sight as much as he could with the fluttery feeling he felt in his stomach.