"Come, Sect Leader will feel your bones and see what kind of cultivation aptitude you have."
With Hu Jiao, who had barreled into his arms, against him, Lu Bei first rubbed her little chin, then felt both her hands and legs, finally pausing on her back after reaching around her waist.
"Don't be afraid. Straighten your back. When the old Sect Leader took me in, he felt me up the same way."
"Mmm~"
Hu Jiao's face flushed crimson. She puffed out her not-so-small chest, feeling terribly embarrassed. It was as if her Sect Leader's hands possessed magic, leaving a warm current wherever they passed.
She hated it terribly, yet she didn't hate it.
"Not bad, not bad. You're a fine clothes rack."
"Elder Sect Leader?"
"A slip of the tongue. Your Sect Leader was praising you for having a fine body for cultivation."
At the doorway, She Xuan leaned against the frame with her arms crossed and gave a disdainful snort.
As expected, the friend Lu Bei had mentioned who kept demonic pets was none other than himself.
As for Lu Bei's seemingly bone-feeling but actually roving hands, She Xuan didn't take it to heart. She figured he was genuinely feeling her bones, and merely lacked experience, which created the illusion that he was deliberately taking advantage of her.
This wasn't She Xuan intentionally making excuses for Lu Bei. It was simply the conclusion she had reached by laying out the facts and drawing on her experience.
In her eyes, Lu Bei was certainly riddled with faults—base, shameless, hypocritical, deceitful... His misdeeds could be listed for an entire day. But not being lustful toward women was indeed one of his few virtues.
She had experienced it herself; it wasn't hearsay. They had met frankly several times, yet nothing had happened.