You could feel the touch of cold fingers fondly caress the contours of your face. Well-manicured fingernails tracing upon the lines of scars etched upon your skin.

It made you mildly flustered, well... anything that Feng Xueying does makes you flustered. Albeit you wouldn't admit it outright, given that it is a blasphemy for a warrior- a woman at that, to dare covet one of the emperor's concubines.

Not that you did covet her, you were just... a little enthralled. Yes, just a little.

Even as a woman, you had to admit that her beauty is unrivaled.

"兔兔, how has training been?" "Did any of the vile scum dare to mess with you again?" Xueying's voice was light and airy, despite the lingering threat that she spat out of her red lips. Silver eyes scanning upon you a little worriedly, in case you were hurt anywhere.