Upon hearing those words, Xie Lian suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end.
He seemed to understand the anxiety of the national teacher when he had quietly entered his room at midnight and removed his mask.
He could hear Jun Wu rise slowly from the table and approach him step by step.
Hua Cheng was hiding behind the curtain at the edge of the bed!
Xie Lian had buried his affection under the pillow when he got onto the bed, and now he tightened his grip on the sword handle, searching for an opportunity, but he doubted there was any to be had.
Unexpectedly, however, Jun Wu did not go behind the curtain but instead came straight to the bedside, pulling aside the blanket covering him.
Xie Lian felt a rush of cold air against his skin and sat up abruptly, staring at him.
Jun Wu examined him and calmly said, “This outfit doesn’t suit you.”
“…”
At this moment, Xie Lian suddenly remembered that the brocade robe was still on him!
Although the robe had transformed into a white Daoist robe, Jun Wu was not the type to miss the detail, and after scrutinizing it for a moment, he sighed and remarked, “You just won’t listen to me, will you? You’ve gone and made a scene again.”