"Feel my bones?"
The Vermilion Bird stared at Ye Feng in a daze. Could it be that I had simply overthought things?
From beginning to end, Ye Feng had not been talking about sleeping with her. He had been talking about feeling her bones.
"Of course. If not your bones, what did you think I was talking about?" Ye Feng shot the Vermilion Bird a glare.
"I thought you wanted to... wanted to..." The Vermilion Bird looked toward the large bed in the room, her face flushing crimson.
The Vermilion Bird was a fire-attributed ferocious beast. The emotions stirring within her raised the temperature in the room by several degrees Celsius.
"Forcing myself on you does sound interesting. And exciting." Ye Feng smiled wickedly, his gaze sweeping over the Vermilion Bird from head to toe as he teased, "Besides, you're Ling Er's master."
"Ye Feng."
The Vermilion Bird knew Ye Feng was joking, but as the person involved, she could not help being affected by his provocative words. Even her slender neck had turned red with embarrassment. She laughed and scolded, "Ling Er calls you a Bad Rascal, and she isn't wrong at all. Ye Feng, you really are a Bad Rascal. Rotten to the core."
If it had been anyone else, the Vermilion Bird would have breathed fire and burned them to death.
If anyone had dared to tease her, the Vermilion Bird, like this, she would have breathed fire and reduced them to ashes.
But the one making this joke was Ye Feng.
The Vermilion Bird searched her heart and knew she could not defeat Ye Feng.
It was not because Ye Feng's cultivation was higher than hers. On the contrary, Ye Feng's cultivation was one major realm below hers.
Ye Feng was in the Godly Fire Realm,