127 Where Did Your Clothes Go?

Sometimes I wondered the answer myself. What did Bai Ye like about me anyway? I leaned into his arm and played with a silky strand of his hair falling over my fingers. "The quiet and shy kind?" I ventured half-seriously. "A disciple that obeys her master's orders at all times?"

He gave me a disapproving glare. I grimaced. "I was only making a reasonable guess … Unless it's actually the plain kind, without a beautiful face to make you jealous of other admirers?"

"Qing-er—"

"Or the kind that looks shy and plain, but turns into a seductress in your arms?"

I didn't give him time to comment. Draping myself over his shoulders, I proved my words with a kiss.