"Have I been disliked?" Mu Qingge blinked, grumbling inwardly.
Xu Leng walked quickly and decisively, seemingly worried that Mu Qingge would chase after him. Mu Qingge shook her head, somewhat speechless.
She examined herself; she certainly didn't look like a lecherous person!
Raising her hand to flick nonexistent dust from her robe, Mu Qingge wasn't one to take the initiative. Since the other person clearly showed dislike, why would she still try to cozy up?
Mu Qingge looked around, sizing up the magic vessel.
This magic vessel, however it sailed, seemed to contain only her, Xu Leng, Zhuang Shan, and Feng Xing.
The vessel wasn't large, and it was very quiet.
On the deck, it was just a straight view to the end with a few cabins, and nothing else.
Mu Qingge looked at the mast of the vessel; the white sail occasionally fluttered as if steering the course.
