"Uncle Master."
Seeing Xiang Yuan push open the door and enter, Ji Muqing, who had been sitting cross-legged on the couch, immediately rose to her feet.
She had wanted to pretend she was in meditation, but her thoughts were far too tangled for her to keep up the act.
After getting up, Ji Muqing went to Xiang Yuan's side and tested the waters a little. Once she successfully took his hand, her courage grew. She lifted her chin and closed her eyes.
Xiang Yuan did not refuse. One hand wrapped around Ji Muqing's slender waist while the other raised her chin, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
Cool, warm, clean and fresh—it gave the spirit a jolt.
Come to think of it, this was their first truly intimate contact.
Their previous kisses had all involved Xiang Yuan telling Ji Muqing to close her eyes, then pressing two fingers to her forehead or lips. Like a dragonfly skimming the water, they touched and parted at once.
Back in the Baohua Realm, Xiaoqing had been one of Xu Xian's two properly wedded wives.
Between bed curtains and upon the pillows, there had naturally been joys not fit to tell outsiders. Not only Qing, but Bai as well, which was why Ji Muqing had unconsciously called out "Elder Sister," and Lay Practitioner Bai Yue had gone along with it.
But that had been a divine power avatar—illusory, not to be taken seriously.
Only Xiang Yuan performed in his true form. No, that was wrong—he refused to use a stand-in. Whether it was a dramatic scene or an action scene, whenever something came up, he did it himself.
In his words, that was an actor's professional integrity. Divine power avatars and the like were far too unprofessional.
When the kiss ended, Xiang