I'm not craving!

I was just about to get irate when I saw Ninth Master Chang's silver hair, soaked through by the water, glisten under the sunlight pouring through the window.

It looked like…

My mind had already begun to conjure up several images, and for a moment, I was lost in a daydream.

"You… you what's wrong with you… it's not that you're… craving, is it?"

The moment the word "craving" came out, I immediately came back to my senses, only then realizing how close Ninth Master Chang's face was to mine, his hands propped on the couch.

His eyes were deep and burning with a passionate gaze, like flames.

At this moment, he resembled a towering iceberg piercing into the clouds, cold yet noble. His entire being exuded a chilly aloofness, even the breath from his nose felt icy.

Yet, he left me feeling somewhat excited.

It seemed that since that kiss, our relationship had made some progress.