Casting a Spell to Bring Snow. "Mm, so sour!"
After seeing Zhao Xiaodao off, Lin Wan curiously tried one of Lu Zheng's Hawthorn Pills as well.
Frowning, Lin Wan sucked in a breath. "The aftertaste isn't sweet at all either. Your Hawthorn Pills were made with zero sincerity."
Lu Zheng shrugged. As a losing punishment for an entertainment contest, those Female Demons had all praised the Hawthorn Pills to the skies, practically wishing they could spray him to death with their saliva.
He still remembered how Ao Qian had been soured to tears by one of those Hawthorn Pills... Holy crap, good thing Ao Qian didn't complain about this. Thank heavens, thank heavens!
Forcing herself to swallow the Hawthorn Pill, Lin Wan's eyes shifted, and she leaned right in.
"What are you doing?"
"Making you taste something sour too!"
"Mm—"
A moment later.
"Was it sour?"
Lu Zheng smacked his lips and savored it. "Sour with a hint of sweetness. Absolutely exquisite. I want more next time!"
"Go to hell. Next time? Next time, I'll kiss you right after biting open the Hawthorn Pill."
"You sure you can handle me?"
"You dare? Mm—"
Another moment later.
Panting, Lin Wan pushed Lu Zheng away and asked instead, "You told Deng Paopao it might snow tonight. Are you planning to make a move?"
Lu Zheng reached out and wrapped an arm around Lin Wan. "My parents gave me life, but Lin Wan knows me best!"
Lin Wan's eyes gleamed. "Really? You can make it snow too? How large an area? Won't it raise suspicions?"
Ever since Lu Zheng had been able to alter the direction of a typhoon, Lin Wan had no doubts or worries whatsoever about his magical power. Still, she did not want him acting unnecessarily.
"It's fine. Snow isn't