She did not get to finish her sentence.
Because Zhao Linchuan lowered his head at lightning speed and gave the fair back of her "hand" a light but firm bite, leaving behind a clear teeth mark.
A moment later, Ye Lingling rubbed the slightly numb back of her hand and ran into the kitchen with a flushed face.
Inside the kitchen, Zhu Zhuqing was also blushing as she distractedly chopped vegetables.
Dugu Yan, meanwhile, stood with her arms folded, leaning against the counter as she said rather speechlessly, "So you specifically came here to show off to us?"
Ye Lingling rolled her eyes at her and joined in preparing dinner, though the atmosphere became especially subtle.
In a flash, it was already late at night.
In the manor's master bedroom, the lights were dim and cries of battle rang out without end.
Suddenly, Dugu Yan, atop the Soul Fighting Arena, fiercely scratched several red marks across Zhao Linchuan's back. "You stinking little brother! Are you a dog?! You have no sense of restraint when controlling your Soul Power!"
She used a Soul Skill to struggle free and push Zhao Linchuan away, then turned over and buried herself in the soft pillow, weakly urging him:
"Hurry up... finish with a Soul Skill... After the Soul Fighting Arena ends, I still need to find Lingling and have her use Nine Heart Begonia to treat me... Being your sparring partner is too hard. I'm practically falling apart..."
Some time later, Dugu Yan wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, barely propped up her limp, heavily injured body, casually draped herself in a silk robe, and made her way with unsteady steps to Ye Lingling's door. She gently knocked.
"Lingling, are you asleep? Don't sleep yet. Help me recover..."
The room lit