"I'm sorry about the girls, young master Qingyi... they're a bit... eccentric," Qin Yueli apologized as she sat next to Qingyi, watching the priestesses train.
Strangely, they seemed even more excited now that Qingyi was staying with them.
"They were taken in by master when they were still very young. Elize and I failed to teach them common sense...." Yueli's eyes swept over Qingyi's body.
"It's okay, they're cute," Qingyi replied with a low laugh.
And it wasn't as if Yueli or Elize were great sources of common sense either, far from it.
The handsome young man kept a gentle smile on his lips, his clothes disheveled by hugs and tugs, even marked with lipstick.
That wasn't exactly common treatment in a closed and conservative society, but who was he to judge them?