After bringing Bei Bei out, Qian Ran found a patch of grass and tossed him there, then left with Xian Lin'er.
Along the way, students from the Soul Tool Department who recognized Xian Lin'er bowed and greeted her, giving Qian Ran a distinct thrill of satisfaction each time. What would happen if these people knew Xian Lin'er was already his girlfriend?
Qian Ran glanced at Xian Lin'er's stocking-clad legs, feeling a surge of satisfaction.
The moment a Soul Tool Department student turned away after greeting Xian Lin'er, Qian Ran seized the chance to stroke her thigh, nearly scaring her half to death.
"Have you lost your mind, you little bastard?"
Xian Lin'er was terrified that Qian Ran would act up again.
Even if Qian Ran's hands were quick enough to escape notice most of the time.
Still, people could slip up, just as horses could stumble. Do something often enough, and a few mistakes were bound to happen.
"What are you afraid of? Even if they saw us, would they dare blab about it? Just refuse to let them graduate. You're the dean of the Soul Tool Department. What do you have to fear? Want to try something exciting?" Qian Ran grinned wickedly.
"What rotten idea is that little wicked mind of yours cooking up now?" Even Xian Lin'er herself was growing a little afraid of Qian Ran. Yet with her heart racing, she also found it especially thrilling. That was right. She was the dean of the Soul Tool Department. Who would dare spread tales?
If someone stepped out of line, she could cut off their path to advancement.
The Soul Tool Department was not like the Martial Soul Department. The Martial Soul Department had little in the way of resources; students only needed to cultivate hard on their