Zhang Lexuan was as serene and elegant as ever. Today, she wore a black-and-gold gown, her raven tresses falling to her waist, her beauty beyond compare.
Before Huo Yuhao could speak, Zhang Lexuan suddenly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, gazing silently at him with eyes brimming with love.
"You're here. I missed you so much."
Huo Yuhao remained perfectly still and gave a casual hum of acknowledgment.
"Yes, I'm here." A faint smile curved Huo Yuhao's lips.
"Did you miss me? How much?"
Huo Yuhao was now completely certain that the person before him was not Zhang Lexuan. Although her aura, Martial Soul, and even soul belonged to Zhang Lexuan herself, there was something strange within her that he could not quite identify.
At Huo Yuhao's words, Zhang Lexuan smiled sweetly.
"How much? I missed you so much I nearly went mad. Don't believe me? Then I'll prove it."
With that, Zhang Lexuan hooked her delicate hands around Huo Yuhao's neck. Her vivid red lips moved straight toward his, kissing him with unmistakable inexperience.
Huo Yuhao's eyes widened abruptly. He had never imagined that this impostor Zhang Lexuan would be so bold.
Just like that, he had inexplicably lost his first kiss.
Still, adhering to his policy of never initiating, never refusing, and never taking responsibility, Huo Yuhao had nothing to fear. Zhang Lexuan was the one losing out, anyway.
Faced with Zhang Lexuan's ardor, Huo Yuhao began responding. His right hand clasped her slender waist tightly, turning passivity into initiative, while his other hand cradled her head as he returned her kiss passionately.
But as though something had occurred to him, Huo Yuhao stiffened, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. To compensate Zhang Lexuan, he had guided Mu En back into the Golden Tree to recuperate. In other words, there was