In the end, Purple Death let out a soft, begrudging murmur.
"…That's three conditions… not two."
Li Feng's smile deepened slightly.
Without saying anything more, he slowly walked toward her.
This time, Purple Death did not dodge.
She simply stood there, watching him approach with that same complicated expression still lingering on her face.
Li Feng looked down at her and let out a light laugh.
His voice carried a lazy, amused tone as he gazed into her dark purple eyes.
"Haha. Well, what's the difference? So… will you agree?"
Without waiting for her answer, Li Feng slowly raised his arm and wrapped it around her slender waist.
His hand settled firmly against the curve of her lower back, drawing her body closer until there was almost no space left between them.
The soft warmth of her body pressed lightly against his chest, and the faint cool fragrance unique to her mixed with the mist of the waterfall.
Purple Death's body tensed for a brief moment.
