"All right, I should be leaving too. Looking at how distracted you are, I'm afraid you have no mind to keep me company."
Seeing Yun Yun's absent-minded state, Yan Lin pushed away the beauty nestled in his arms and lightly scraped her delicate nose with his hooked index finger. A captivating blush stained the face of the peerless mature beauty as she looked at Yan Lin with guilty eyes.
Yun Yun had actually wanted to continue enjoying this rare time alone with Yan Lin, but the matter concerning Nalan Yanran left her unable to sit still. After some thought, she hesitantly asked, "You... aren't going to visit the Misty Cloud Sect?"
The corner of Yan Lin's mouth curled as he gave a meaningful smile. "What, have you thought it through?"
"Thought what through?"
Seeing the trace of confusion on her lovely face, Yan Lin's lips formed a curve that was three parts mischievous and seven parts teasing. He leaned close to Yun Yun's right cheek and whispered a few words into her ear.
In an instant, Yun Yun's serene, fair face seemed to have been scalded by high-temperature steam. It flushed scarlet with a swish, and steam even seemed to rise from the top of her head.
"Pah! You little rascal, you're so young and already so improper. Why do you think about such things all day?!"
Blushing fiercely, Yun Yun spat lightly and scolded him in a soft voice, gently patting Yan Lin's chest with her slender hand. The blow was as soft and powerless as cotton. Yan Lin smiled and caught her hand, then, beneath her bashful gaze, kissed her pale fingers before laughing heartily. "A man's true nature. Faced with a beauty like Sect Master Yun, of course I spend all day thinking of doing bad things."