"Don't move, let me take a good look at you."
Yun Shangyuan pinned her hands with one of his.
Feng Yueya looked at him with amusement, "What's there to see, you see me every day, aren't you tired of it?"
"I could never get tired," Yun Shangyuan answered seriously.
"But, one day I will eventually become an old woman, and by then you'll find me disgusting when you look at me."
Yun Shangyuan chuckled, "Has Yue Yaya forgotten? As long as one becomes a Sword Master, their appearance will never change."
Right, she had forgotten about that.
Feng Yueya felt a surge of joy in her heart, "I must become a Sword Master before I turn eighteen!"
The most beautiful and youngest age for a woman is eighteen.
If she became a Sword Master at eighteen, then her appearance would stay eighteen forever.
Hehe, with that, she wouldn't have to worry about growing old one day.
Seeing her sneaky, giggling expression, Yun Shangyuan's mood lifted as well.
