Lou Yan stared in amazement at Jiang Jiamian, who was pressing in on him, their faces nearly touching. A lewd smile played at the corner of his mouth as his fingers traced Lou Yan's cheek, light but deliberate, as if he would lower his head and kiss him at any moment.
In that instant, Lou Yan realized that Immortal Jiang was no longer distant and aloof. In fact, if it weren't for that cold, white jade-like face, his expression would have seemed utterly obscene.
"You... what's wrong with you?" Lou Yan stammered, his voice shaking slightly. He couldn't help himself and quickly raised a hand to touch Jiang Jiamian's forehead.
It wasn't burning.
A wave of concern washed over him. He turned and checked Jiang Jiamian's pulse, frowning. Could it be that the power of those magic skills had caused such a drastic change in his temperament?