Warm Time, I Am Your Father

Ming Jiao stared fixedly at Zhang Cheng, but for some reason, she could not bring herself to say the words she had prepared.

Zhang Cheng blinked in confusion. "Junior Sister, is something wrong?"

Fuck, didn't you have any clue? You kissed her and ran off without saying a word.

"I... you..." Ming Jiao fidgeted and stammered, her heart pounding wildly as her face turned even redder.

In the end, she gritted her teeth and rushed toward Zhang Cheng. "You... bend down a little."

Zhang Cheng was utterly baffled. "B-Bend down?"

Still, he crouched down. Then it was his turn to be dumbfounded.

Ming Jiao directly kissed him, only releasing him after a long while. Her face was crimson as the sunset clouds. "Hmph, you kissed me, so I had to return it. Now we're even."

With that, she flashed away. It took Zhang Cheng a long time to come back to his senses.

He touched his lips, shook his head with a smile, and continued consolidating his cultivation.

Ming Jiao's heart pounded all the way as she left. She flew straight back to her room, not even noticing her Master calling out to her.

Even after returning to her room, she had no mood to cultivate. She lay directly on her bed, rolling around nonstop like a girl deeply in love.

A short while later, someone knocked on her door. Her Master had come to ask if something had happened to her.

"Disciple, are you all right?"

"M-Master, I-I'm fine."

Seeing that her disciple was fine, she relaxed and flashed away.

Yet over the following days, Ming Jiao was far too excited. Not only could she not sleep well, she could not even focus on cultivating.

One evening, she came to the small courtyard at Zhang Cheng's home again.

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