Xu Zimei halted his steps and looked toward the other person.
"You just now had a very rapid heartbeat, I could feel it," Miss Jing said with a smile.
"You might look serious on the surface, but your heart was moved, right?"
"What is your name?" Xu Zimei inquired.
"My name is just one character, Jing," replied Miss Jing with a smile.
"Young Master can just call me Jing'er; it so happens you're the first man to call me that."
"Oh," Xu Zimei nodded slightly and turned, preparing to leave again.
"If Young Master has any matters, you can find me at any time," Miss Jing's voice came from behind.
"Jing'er will always be ready to sweep a seat for you."
Watching Xu Zimei's figure growing more distant, her lips curled into a tempting arc.
Stepping out from the pavilion, a gentle breeze was blowing lightly, as if the sound of wind chimes from the pavilion's curtains still echoed in his ears.
Xu Zimei halted his steps, just now, his Daoist Heart seemed somewhat unstable.
