Is this really the same woman who pummeled the city lord’s son senseless? Look at her… She’s acting like a lovesick maiden seeing the love of life…
Kishor frowned, clearly uncertain how to handle Alice’s adoring gaze. “I’m here to take my friend back,” said.
“Friend?” Alice repeated, as though the term itself were a sweet wine. Her eyes slid past to Jared, then hurried back, their brightness intensifying.
Stepping closer, flung ample arms toward Kishor’s neck. “You finally came to see me! I thought you meant to abandon me for life!”
Kishor froze, instinct begged to dodge, but the fragile hope shining in Alice’s eyes pinned to the spot.
Smack! On tiptoe, planted an audible kiss on his cheek, leaving behind a glossy, grease-smeared imprint.
“Ah!” Gasps rippled through the circle of cultivators, the sight striking harder than any sword aura. Crimson flooded Kishor’s face. Humiliation and fury wrestled in his eyes, yet all could grind out was, “Alice, compose yourself!”
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