"Qing'er, don't mind it. A man of my age is just like this when he wakes up in the morning." Feng Wuji's old face flushed.
Yet Xu Qing'er stared at him intently: "During the journey yesterday, wasn't that thing the Autumn Water Sword?"
Feng Wuji froze for a moment, not expecting Xu Qing'er's reaction to be so fast: "Qing'er, you're dressed nicely today, why do you look so pretty!"
Chapter 17