Dawn broke, and a gentle breeze stirred.
In his sleep, Xian Wu felt someone kicking him.
No, it wasn't a dream. Someone really was kicking him.
"Why are you kicking your grandpa? You got a death wish?" Xian Wu glared at her, his eyes as cold as stars and moonlight.
Didn't she have a mouth? Couldn't she speak? She was a scion of a Prominent Family, and she didn't even know basic manners.
Xiao Ning'er pouted and handed him his white robe, folded into a neat square. She didn't know what to call Xian Wu.
Bastard? Savior? Future husband?
"I wasn't kicking you." Xiao Ning'er clasped her hands behind her back and denied it.
Xian Wu stuffed the robe, still warm and carrying a woman's scent, into his arms. Then he stood up, put his hands on his hips, and looked down at Xiao Ning'er. "Your toe touched my body without my permission. If that's not kicking, what is it?"
As he gazed at her rosy lips, Xian Wu found himself blinking a few times.
The night before, he'd borrowed some Soul Force to cure Xiao Ning'er's Extreme Cold Syndrome once and for all.
But after absorbing the moonlight's energy, he'd returned it.
Xiao Ning'er hadn't lost out; she'd even come out ahead.
All it took was a few minutes of kissing for her Sea of Soul to double in size. Where else could you find such a windfall?
Meanwhile, his own Soul Force had reached its limit of 99.
If he used the Chaos Spirit Devouring Art to absorb someone while his Soul Force was already full, he'd surely explode on the spot.
Come to think of it, he didn't plan on telling Xiao Ning'er that he'd kissed her.
He knew Xiao Ning'er's personality well enough. If she found