Liu Erlong's Misunderstanding

"Hmph, at least you know what's good for you."

Qian Renxue beamed with delight and proudly lifted her chin. She was thoroughly satisfied inside, but she had no intention of letting him off so easily and pressed on:

"I've noticed you keep looking at Zhuqing. Is it because she's so well-endowed? Because she's so big?"

"What? Did I? I was just watching the match properly and, while I was at it, checking Zhuqing for flaws in her cultivation so I could teach her better next time. When did I specifically stare at her body?"

Ye Qifeng looked utterly baffled, feeling deeply wronged.

But upon thinking it over carefully, Zhu Zhuqing's figure really was excellent—full and fiery, and the logic on her chest was outrageously vast. It would probably take both hands to cover it, which fit his tastes perfectly.

While watching the match, he had inevitably glanced there a few extra times without thinking. He had not expected Qian Renxue, this little vinegar jar, to catch him at it.

Speaking of which, Qian Renxue's own assets were not bad either. Though not as exaggerated as Zhu Zhuqing's, they were still full and ample—at least too much for one hand to grasp.

Ye Qifeng liked them immensely.

As his thoughts shifted, Ye Qifeng's gaze drifted slightly. Almost instinctively, he glanced at Qian Renxue's chest, only to see a flat, sturdy expanse.

Fine, Qian Renxue was currently wearing the appearance of Heaven Dou Crown Prince Xue Qinghe. There was nothing to see.

Seeing Qian Renxue's gaze grow increasingly sharp and dangerous, Ye Qifeng could only cough twice and gently transmit his voice:

"Cough, cough. Xue'er, don't joke around. Wouldn't Zhuqing be embarrassed if she heard that?"

Qian Renxue pursed her lips and replied with a humph:

"What's there to be embarrassed about?"