In theory, with Yang Xing's strength, he certainly could have reacted in time if he had wanted to dodge.
Yet for some reason, at that very instant, something else seemed to distract him.
He was a fraction too slow, and Qian Renxue's kiss landed squarely on his lips.
Her lips were soft and warm, her delicate fragrance filling his nose.
But Qian Renxue did not stop there.
She reached out with her slender, supple hands, guided Yang Xing's large hand, and pressed it directly over the proud fullness of her left breast through her clothes!
She spoke softly.
"Master, Xue'er will always be yours from now on!"
When Yang Xing came back to his senses, feeling the lingering softness on his lips and the startlingly tangible fullness beneath his palm, he calmly stroked Qian Renxue's silky golden hair with his free hand, then pushed her away.
The next moment, he shook his head and conjured a smooth wooden stick in his right hand.
With a knock, he tapped Qian Renxue's smooth forehead.
Qian Renxue, her face flushed with affection and shyness, froze on the spot, utterly bewildered.
Looking at her blank expression, Yang Xing raised an eyebrow and scolded her with an exasperated laugh.
"What kind of outrageous words and gestures are those to use on your master?"
Then his voice softened a little.
"Remember, take your time thinking about the path ahead. But whatever happens, you will only ever belong to yourself."
Yang Xing casually put away the stick, turned around, and stretched again.
"Come on. Since your soul power is ready, I'll take you to get a soul ring while we're at it."
With that, Yang Xing made a quick calculation on his fingers, then swept his hand.
Before Qian Renxue could collect herself or ask where they