When Ji Xichan heard Pei Yuhang call out her name, she blinked gently and finally released his earlobe from her bite.
Her tongue darted out to lightly lick the corner of her lips, as if savoring her recent mischief.
"It seems that if I don't speak, Pei Sword Immortal can't recognize me. After all this time together, I thought you knew me inside and out—that you could even identify my unique fragrance."
"This just goes to show... we're still not close enough, Pei Sword Immortal~"
Ji Xichan leaned close to Pei Yuhang's ear, her warm breath a soft caress. Her voice was bewitching, laced with a hint of provocation—like a spring breeze whispering by his ear, carrying a flirtatious promise.
But Pei Yuhang was completely immune to the beauty's charms.
Without the slightest hesitation, he swatted away the young woman's hands covering his eyes. He spun around warily and saw Ji Xichan standing shoulder-to-shoulder with his young disciple, both of them looking at him.
