Lin Heng rubbed his face, his eyes clearing quite a bit, and said in utter speechlessness, "Why didn't you say so earlier? Otherwise, would I have kissed your mouth?"
"You...!"
Jiang Jingyi turned her head to the right, unwilling and not wanting to look at him, then raised her hand again.
Lin Heng glanced at it and muttered, "This time, you want me to kiss your hand?"
"Mm!"
"Then I'm kissing it!"
"Kissed it?" Lin Heng carefully held her arm, tested it like a chick pecking rice, then immediately parted again.
"Don't let go. I won't hit you!" Jiang Jingyi urged.
Lin Heng raised a brow, kissed it twice more symbolically, and felt strange inside.
Kissing her hand could get the fortune away?
Wasn't that a joke?
I, Lin Heng, had never heard of such an outrageous maneuver in my life...
As Lin Heng grumbled inwardly, he suddenly realized his mouth seemed to have gone out of control. Like the sucker of an octopus, it pressed directly onto the back of her hand.
Jiang Jingyi forcefully thrust the Great Phoenix Sword into the ground ahead, forcibly resisting the Dao pressure above and expanding the space a little in passing.
Lin Heng was pulled directly in front of her. The two sat cross-legged, except the latter's head followed forward, his posture bizarre to the extreme.
Even after the back of Jiang Jingyi's hand had left his mouth, his lips were still puckered, as if they had been clenched together by some force.
How was this any different from back when Meng Yutong disliked him for talking too much and tied his mouth shut with her hair?
Just as his face was still full of confusion.
Jiang Jingyi circulated her art with both hands before her. Several rhombus-shaped fragments flashing with strange