"Pulling at my clothes in broad daylight—didn't get enough yesterday? It's fine, we can keep going tonight."
Yang Cheng chuckled, his tone full of teasing.
"Keep个屁,我下面现在还火辣辣地疼呢,走路都走不动了."
Kong Lingwen snapped, glaring hard at him.
"Don't be mad, okay? Didn't I carry you down the mountain? Besides, if I hadn't worked that hard last night, the Snake Source Qi wouldn't have been extracted so smoothly."
Yang Cheng coaxed her softly, then with a wave of his big hand, green snakescales actually appeared on his face again.
"You… your face!"
Seeing this, Kong Lingwen was startled again.
The next second, the snakeskin flaked off bit by bit, turning into a thin mist, and Yang Cheng's face instantly turned into Kong Lingwen's appearance.
She stared, dumbfounded, completely in disbelief. She reached up to touch it—what she felt was warm and smooth skin, not some special mask.
