Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue and swiftly licked the tip of Yang Xing's nose.
The moist, body-warm touch landed precisely on his nose, then was quickly withdrawn.
Ning Rongrong pulled her head back and straightened up.
A clear blush colored her cheeks, and a glistening strand still hung from the tip of her tongue. Yet her almond-shaped eyes were full of triumphant mischief, her chin raised high in an air of, "I did it on purpose. What are you going to do about it?"
Xiao Wu, standing beside them, blushed and froze at the sight.
The grape she had been holding dropped to the ground with a plop and rolled far away.
Her large eyes widened to their roundest, her mouth forming a perfect O, her face bearing the expression of someone who had just witnessed something utterly shameful.
Ning Rongrong turned to look at the petrified Xiao Wu and gave her a wink.
The meaning in her eyes was perfectly clear.
"You should do it too."
Steam practically rose from Xiao Wu's head. She swallowed and hurriedly backed away two steps.
"No, no, no, no, no, Rongrong... I-I-I can't do that yet..."
Yang Xing raised a hand and wiped the moisture from his nose, blinking as he said leisurely,
"Good disciple, your saliva is clean enough. Your master doesn't mind."
The blush on Ning Rongrong's face instantly spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.
In the days that followed, Yang Xing simply lounged around at his residence in Suotuo City.
There were still more than half a month until the day he had calculated would be suitable for taking Shui Bing'er in, so he did not plan to do anything else. He spent each day lying around; whenever he got tired of it, he went