Xie Qiao's face was flushing. She was caressing Zhao Xuanjing's face.
His skin was really good.
His facial features, as if they were sculpted, were as strong as pine and cypress, unbreakable in the wind and rain, elegant in the world, and a gentleman in peace.
Xie Qiao's gaze was slightly distracted.
The man in front of her seemed to be shocked by her boldness. The corners of his lips moved and froze for a second. A moment later, a low voice whispered in Xie Qiao's ear, "Senior sister can savour me."
Fireworks exploded in Xie Qiao's mind.
It was hot.
She hurriedly withdrew her claws and then slapped his other hand twice.
"You are not a fruit, why would I savor you?" Xie Qiao said with a straight face, "Junior brother, I'm a cultivator. There won't be a good ending between us. Just forget what you said earlier."
