"Does it look good?"
Like a butterfly, Nangong stepped on Chu Qing's chest and abdomen, lowering her head to look down at him.
Her bright, beautiful eyes blinked and blinked.
Strands of long hair hung down, brushing across the youth's cheeks and making them itch.
"Beautiful!"
Nangong gave a soft snort and wrinkled her little nose. "Since I'm beautiful, why are you still playing around with Mingyue?"
"Doesn't Mingyue have a fiancé?"
"You like women who have fiancés?"
Mingyue pouted at the side and muttered, "When we entered the Imperial Capital, we got separated from Qing Feng and the others!"
"After that, we lost all trace of Qing Feng and the rest."
"Ximen and Wang Yinyang—we don't know where they went either!"
"So I had no choice but to follow Brother Qing!"
"All right, you go on ahead. I have something to say to Chu Qing!"
After not seeing each other for so long, there was no estrangement at all between Nangong and Chu Qing.
If anything, they were even closer than before.
Mingyue pouted, unwilling to leave.
In the end, Zhao Hongxiu pulled them away, quietly departing.
Once Mingyue and the others were out of sight, Nangong lightly kicked Chu Qing with her little foot. "Bad man..."
Chu Qing chuckled and grabbed her. "What? You still want me to help you cultivate?"
Light flowed through Nangong's eyes. "Hold out your hand. I want you to help me cultivate!"
A few seconds later:
Nangong danced gracefully in Chu Qing's palm.
By now, she had cultivated the Heavenly Demon Strategy to a remarkably profound level.
Every frown and smile, every movement and gesture, made her seem like a heavenly demon, luring away hearts and clouding wisdom.
Ten minutes...
Half an hour...
An hour...
Nangong let out a fragrant breath and knelt