"Senior Sister Wang? Senior Sister Wang? Hey?! Wang Zhu?!"
Ying Ming Hao called Wang Zhu's name loudly as he anxiously circled around her.
One moment, he gently poked her soft, rosy cheek with a finger; the next, he carefully touched her slender arm, seemingly trying to confirm whether she was still alive.
Wang Zhu's eyes were tightly shut, but her eyelids trembled slightly beyond her control.
Didn't this utterly despicable lecher, Ying Ming Hao, understand that men and women should keep their distance and refrain from improper touching?
Besides, they barely knew each other. What exactly did he mean by poking her so brazenly?
This was simply intolerable!
What infuriated her even more was that she was currently doing her utmost to break through her cultivation bottleneck. How could she possibly spare the time to deal with this clueless fellow?
Did this guy have any sense at all? Why did he have to pick this critical moment to cause trouble?
Couldn't he wait until she had successfully broken through before dealing with anything else?
He was driving her mad!
And why was he bringing his mouth so close?
His breath washed over her face, the tingling itch like countless tiny insects nibbling at her, making her whole body grow hot with unbearable discomfort.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey..."
Wang Zhu silently cursed, You fucking bastard, Ying Ming Hao! You deserve a thousand cuts, and you actually dare touch my hair! Just you wait!
Yet despite the surging waves within her, her expression remained as calm as still water, as though she hadn't noticed Ying Ming Hao's actions at all. She looked like an old monk deep in meditation, utterly beyond his attempts to disturb her.
"Mmm... Senior Sister, you smell so good~"
Ying Ming Hao murmured softly,