While Aphrodite was quietly making her move, Ye Ting was still chatting casually with Medea.
Just as they were enjoying their conversation, Ye Ting suddenly heard a familiar voice by his ear.
The voice was gentle and pleasant, but its words were rather baffling.
"Darling, remember to thank me when you get back, okay?"
As Ye Ting wondered what that meant, he suddenly noticed that Medea was staring at him blankly. Her little face was flushed red, and her pale violet eyes were so seductive they seemed ready to drip with water.
"What's going on?"
Just as Ye Ting was about to ask whether the girl was sick, her lovely face suddenly lunged toward him. Then he felt something soft and moist against his lips.
Since when had this Medea become so bold? Before, merely touching her cheek had made her blush for ages, yet now...
But Ye Ting soon stopped thinking about it and focused on the soft, rosy exchange between them. Though the girl's technique was clumsy, that clumsy initiative contained emotions so intense they were intoxicating.
It was perfectly natural for a woman to be attracted to an exceptional man. Especially when that man had single-handedly created the current splendor of Greece's magical arts, a legendary mage who had challenged all the gods of Olympus alone with the power of the goddess of magic. No hero or mage could compare to him.
His appearance, bearing, and strength were all incomparably outstanding.
Even though her master, Aunt Aphrodite, and several other goddess sisters were all in love with him—though after seeing Medusa and her sisters' figures, Medea simply could not bring herself to call them aunts—his forceful yet considerate nature, along with his long-standing care for her, still deeply attracted her...
After spending several months reunited with that