"Mm."
Liu Erlong gave a soft hum and did not stop Shen Fan's little movements.
"You should already be level eighty, right?"
"Try sensing it."
Shen Fan did not go too far. He merely rested his paw quietly against Liu Erlong's lower curve, making no further movements.
"Hiss."
"I really am already level eighty."
At Shen Fan's words, Liu Erlong tried sensing her own Soul Power Level and was immediately startled.
"Don't lose focus. Keep going."
Shen Fan gave her lower curve a squeeze as a reminder.
"Y-You behave yourself."
Somewhat irritated, Liu Erlong slapped away the paw Shen Fan had placed on her lower curve.
"Am I not behaving myself?"
"Go ask anyone else—who could stay as calm as I am in a situation like this, without turning into a Night Moon Werewolf?"
Shen Fan cried injustice.
"You!"
Liu Erlong opened her mouth, only to find that what Shen Fan said was indeed true. She had no way to refute him.
"No."
"You wronged me, so you have to compensate me."
As he spoke, Shen Fan once again placed his paw on Liu Erlong's lower curve.
"Bastard."
Liu Erlong cried out in shame and anger, yet she did not dare slap away Shen Fan's paw as she had before.
There was no helping it. When she had knocked Shen Fan's paw away earlier, she had moved a little. Now, she could clearly feel that Shen Fan's divine weapon had become several degrees fiercer.
"Don't worry."
"I'll just leave it there and not move."
"As long as you don't set me up again."
Shen Fan shifted his body, moving his divine weapon a little farther away from the place Liu Erlong longed for.
"Get lost."
"Who set you up?"
Sensing Shen Fan's movement, Liu Erlong's expression softened somewhat, though her