For the briefest moment there, Huang Taichen saw his entire life flash before his eyes. When the flashback ended, so did his life.
Only that it did not, and he was still alive.
Other than the sensation of being alive, he felt a different kind of sensation at his chest, propelled by Bai Ling, who was groping him on the chest.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Little Ling...? What are you doing?" Qiao Wei asked once he overcame his bewilderment.
Bai Ling furrowed her brows.
"It's a guy," she said before she retracted her hand and stared at Huang Taichen.
"....."
A deafening silence settled on all of them until Huang Taichen screamed and covered himself like someone, who had just been molested in public.
"What were you thinking?" he cried out. "To think that a renowned female cultivator dared to touch men randomly in public!"
Stemming both hands against her waist, Bai Ling glowered at Huang Taichen.
