Celeste Grant tilted her head slightly to look at him.
With his long hair draped casually over his shoulders, the man exuded a lazy, roguish charm.
The sight of his face brought an image to Celeste Grant's mind: his large hand gripping her waist, his long hair cascading over her shoulders.
Her face flushed.
'Why am I thinking about this?'
Celeste Grant walked up and greeted him.
"Morning, Exalted One!"
Javier Sinclair glanced up at the sky. The sun was already high.
"It's not morning anymore."
Watching the sunlight filter through the bamboo forest, she laughed. "You're right, it isn't. If we'd woken up any later, it would be noon."
The thought that she and he had been here for three days made Celeste Grant blush. She gave an embarrassed smile and said in a low voice, "You really can't be careless with Elder Lowell's wine. Even a Golden Core Stage cultivator like me couldn't handle it."
