Xu Qi was caught between laughter and tears. Wasn't this a little too hasty?
But when he turned his head, he found that aside from the blush on Fu Xian'er's face and the faint maidenly shyness she displayed, her eyes were filled with anticipation!
It was hard to imagine that a figure as immortal-like as her could make such an expression.
It was as though she had been dragged down from an immortal palace and cast into the mortal world.
It was also clear that the immortal maiden was somewhat flustered and at a loss.
Xu Qi had to admit that Fu Xian'er at that moment had stirred his heart.
Seeing this, Fu Hua suddenly rolled over and straddled Xu Qi.
"Huh? Hua?"
"Master is watching from the side. Let your disciple demonstrate first."
What?
Before Xu Qi could speak, Fu Hua had already leaned down and sealed his lips with hers.
A sweet fragrance, carrying Fu Hua's fiery passion, surged over him.
Her delicate body lay atop Xu Qi's, her endlessly beautiful figure captivating enough to enchant anyone.
Xu Qi knew his little sister's advantages far too well.
Fu Hua straightened up, licked her lips, and hurriedly began unfastening Xu Qi's clothes. Fu Xian'er was left staring in shock from the side.
She truly could never have imagined that her usually dignified disciple could possess such a... such a wild side.
Fu Hua glanced at the unsheathed sword, already poised and ready, and rolled her eyes at Xu Qi.
"You may seem unwilling on the surface, but you're actually quite honest..."
Xu Qi thought viciously, Just be arrogant for now. I'll teach you and your disciple a lesson later.
Little by little, carefully and cautiously, Fu Hua guided the sword into its sheath. The shape Xu Qi had modified