Her lips moved toward Yang Xing.
Without hesitation.
Yang Xing reacted even faster.
One palm precisely came between them.
Ning Rongrong planted a solid kiss on Yang Xing's palm.
"Mmph."
Her lips pressed against the skin of his palm, warmth passing through it.
Ning Rongrong's eyes widened at that instant.
Her mind went blank.
Still standing on tiptoe, her lips remained pressed to Yang Xing's hand as her whole body froze in place.
Yang Xing looked at her with a deliberately blank, solemn expression.
Then his palm gave a slight push forward.
Ning Rongrong was pushed back several steps along with the force.
"Hey, hey, hey."
Yang Xing's voice rang out. It was clearly an utterly ordinary tone, yet to Ning Rongrong's ears, it somehow carried a teasing note.
"What are you trying to do, you rebellious disciple? Your master sells his skills, not his body, okay?"
Hearing that, Ning Rongrong froze as if struck by lightning.
Then, starting from her ankles, a visible crimson flush spread upward like a tide along the skin exposed beyond her dress. Her calves, wrists, neck, cheeks, and ears.
All of it turned red.
The wild joy that had exploded in her mind at the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's awakening was completely swallowed by another emotion at that moment.
What had she just done?
The joy of her martial soul's successful evolution had been too overwhelming. A thousand-year wish had come true in a single day, and gratitude and excitement had gone to her head. Her first instinct had been to thank him, but she had not known how. Before her mind could catch up, her body had already moved.
And then she had been stopped.
Stopped by a hand.
The embarrassment felt like boiling water poured over her head. Mixed into that