Leng Ruo-Fan’s sword technique was like a dragon, rising to the sky and descending to the earth, with cold light flashing and sword shadows like ribbons. At the last moment, he flicked his wrist, and all sword forms and qi disappeared, holding the sword behind his back with one hand and extending the other to steady me.
I immediately crashed into his arms.
Leng Ruo-Fan was somewhat frustrated. It wasn’t that he wanted to be touched by this little person, but—
The first time, when he reached out to block her, she kissed his hand, making him recoil as if bitten by a snake. His defense was broken.
The second time, he pointed his sword at her, challenging her to bite it. She charged at him, scaring him into dropping the weapon.
The third time, he turned to run, thinking escaping would work! But she wailed, forcing him to turn back under everyone’s gaze. The result was predictable.
In short, he never successfully avoided this little seductress’s claws.
Worn down over time, he had grown accustomed to it.
Surrendering to evil forces, she was so strong and wicked. Each time, he could only close his eyes helplessly, letting her ravage his face and lips.
Hugging his lean waist, I desperately rubbed my head against him.
Leng Ruo-Fan’s expression changed—she wouldn’t have rubbed her snot on him, would she? He quickly pushed me away to check. Thankfully, no. But what was this?
He saw a large wet patch on his chest, but it didn’t seem like snot. Leng Ruo-Fan looked at me questioningly, noticing my lovesick expression and the drool hanging from the corner of my mouth.
A wave of black lines appeared. So it was drool…
Frowning, Leng Ruo-Fan said nothing and stood up to leave, needing to change clothes; a large patch of drool was disgusting!
“Brother Fan? Brother Fan—” I looked confusedly at his resolute departing back. What did I do? Seeing him walk further away, unsure whether to follow, I pouted, preparing to use my signature move—
Huh? Where? I hadn’t even built up my emotions, and my Brother Fan had disappeared.
Damn! Is this the legendary lightness skill? Anger! Using martial arts against a weak girl like me! (First, you’re not weak; second, he’s just protecting himself.)
No problem.
