"Brilliant!"
Nuwa stared at Ling Feng, reached out her slender hand to stroke his head, and showered him with praise. "How does that head of yours work? How did you come up with such an ingenious idea?"
I know all sorts of things. If I brought them out, I'd scare you to death. All your intelligence went into those weapons on your chest. Naturally, you're nowhere near as sharp as me.
Ling Feng grumbled inwardly, yet his eyes kept straying toward the snow-white peaks within arm's reach. He dearly wanted to climb those snowy mountains and savor the rugged fullness of their slopes.
This disobedient disciple! His eyes are wandering again!
Nuwa noticed. Her face flushed slightly, embarrassment and annoyance mingling within her. Her pearly teeth caught her tender, luscious red lip, and the allure of that fleeting moment was enough to steal a man's soul.
Yet despite her embarrassment and annoyance, Nuwa surprisingly did nothing to stop Ling Feng's roving eyes. Instead, she pretended not to notice and kept stroking his head as though petting her own little animal.
Doesn't this woman know she shouldn't touch a man's head so casually? Even if she wants to touch a head, it shouldn't be this one...
Ling Feng seemed somewhat resistant to having Nuwa stroke his head like a child. He dodged her hand and stopped admiring those mountains with their boundless scenery.
Yet when he looked up at Nuwa, a crimson blush rose across her face, her expression turning bashful and annoyed.
Clearly, after being steeped in Ling Feng's inner thoughts, Nuwa knew which head he wanted her to touch.
Damn, why did this little woman suddenly get angry? Did she catch me sneaking a peek?
Ling Feng's heart tightened. The next second, Nuwa suddenly lifted her long, slender leg