Sixty-Seven Frames

Would she end up with an eating disorder someday?

Pei Ling only smiled and said nothing.

Taking Qiao Ranran along was indeed troublesome. In the Demon Realm, a woman's beauty usually meant trouble, so female cultivators who chose not to rely on men had to be even more ruthless than their male counterparts. Of course, a man's beauty could mean trouble here too. There were plenty of female demons around.

Ever since their first day in Demon Abyss City, when a male and female Demonic Cultivator had briefly pestered them, female demons had flocked to Pei Ling whenever he went out. They came in every style, temperament, and appearance imaginable. Even though he struck without mercy—cutting down each one who came and every pair who approached, never letting them near—he still could not stop them from coveting his beauty and strength.

Eventually, even men joined in.

Hidden behind her veiled hat, Qiao Ranran laughed so hard she nearly doubled over. Her laughter stopped dead when Pei Ling blasted the male demon to pieces. Sensing trouble, she instantly tried to make herself inconspicuous, but Pei Ling scooped her into his arms anyway.

The moment he pulled off her veiled hat, his flawless face was right in front of hers. Before Qiao Ranran could react, he caught her lips fiercely between his own. She hissed in pain and tried to retreat, but his hand cupped the back of her head, leaving her unable to move an inch.

Their lips met, their breaths mingling. Then she heard Pei Ling's slightly restrained voice, carrying a hint of cool amusement. "Mm... You taste good..."

Qiao Ranran: That damn man ambushed me!

Those people had been harassing him, so why was he taking it out on her? Qiao Ranran clenched her fists, ready to protest, but