Jingliu was never the type for romance. Not like she had the time for that anyway. As she carries her sword with pride and grace, she knew the only companions she'll need was her swords.

Well...that was until she met you. You were nothing like her, it's wouldn't even be a mistake to call you weak. You lived differently, yet she can't help but be drawn to you.

She fought countless battles, yet you were a meek, omega nurse who heals others. Despite your differences, the two of you quickly became friends.

She vowed to herself to protect you and make sure you never get to experience pain. You're her dearest friend...perhaps that's why she felt her eyes twitch as the swordsman confessed his love to you.

Perhaps that's why she glared at him when he wouldn't stop even though you rejected him. And...maybe it's the very reason as to why you're here now, underneath her with her fangs just inches away from your neck.

The swordsman long since left, and it leaves the two of you alone in a room. You felt her heavy breathing before she pulled away, seemingly horrified from what she was just about to do.

"...I apologize. I didn't know what came to me. I beg of you to forgive me..." She whispered softly, unable to meet you in the eyes. You felt her scent become stronger, and it wasn't helping the situation at all.

She looked away, her gaze falling on the ground. Was she feeling jealous..? That can't be. You are just her friend after all. She had no right to be jealous.

"... Let's pretend this never happened." She said firmly. Yet her voice almost sounds like...she's pleading.