Qingxuan unleashed his firepower, looking nothing like the aloof figure from the original book!
But honestly, this was exactly Ye Wu's type.
Her cheeks flushed from his teasing; she wanted to tell him to stop several times, but in the end, she just couldn't bear to.
When Divine Cultivation was over, Qingxuan still hadn't let go of Ye Wu's hand.
He took Ye Wu's hand and gently placed it on his chest.
Ye Wu couldn't help but cough lightly.
This feel... is really not bad.
Qingxuan didn't have Fire Nether's eight-pack abs, but his skin was smooth and soft, like touching a piece of the finest silk.
"Master, do you feel it?" Qingxuan raised his eyes flirtatiously.
Ye Wu nodded subconsciously, "So smooth! So soft!"
No wonder cultivation is called cultivation.
No matter how well you pamper a pretty boy in the modern world, you'll never raise one with this kind of ice-like jade skin!
Qingxuan looked at her, his smile overflowing, "Not that."
