Aristocratic Status

Dugu Xiaoyi's heart was beating wildly. Jun Moxie's hand had just caressed her cheek, and she simply couldn't contain her embarrassment anymore. She instantly recalled something, and said, "Dammit… I'll definitely visit you tomorrow," Her voice was low where-as her head was still drooping down; same as before. Therefore, she obviously didn't know whether he had heard her or not.

"Excellent… I'll look forward to your visit." A wisp of Young Master Jun's clear and cheerful voice floated towards the beautiful woman's ears, and stayed there; till she looked up… even his shadow was no longer there in front her.