Muxin's Lonely Card

"Are you sleeping?" Muxin's voice woke her from her thoughts.

"No. Just thinking," Yi Ling whispered, though her eyes were closed. She was currently inside the Ring, accompanying Muxin on the hill. She leaned her head on Muxin's right shoulder.

Ever since everything was cleared up between them, Yi Ling and Muxin's relationship had taken another step. Aside from occasionally holding hands or hugging, they had grown quite close. Yi Ling still preferred to sleep in her East Courtyard or the Sect Master's Chamber. Although she recognized Muxin as her lover and husband, she was still 16 turning 17. She blushed every time he hugged her or held her hand. Fortunately, Muxin looked like someone in his mid-20s. Even though he was more than a million years old, who could tell?

"What are you thinking about?" Muxin lifted his right arm and held her tiny waist. His blue eyes stared into hers, like a hawk eyeing its prey.