"Easy now. Whatever you do, don't hit me. Violence isn't good." Qian Ran reluctantly got up from Xian Lin'er. His gaze followed her seductive black pantyhose, taking in the sight exposed by her half-raised short skirt.
With quick eyes and quicker hands, Xian Lin'er hurriedly straightened her skirt.
Her face was very red. Faced with this situation, she really did not know what to do.
How was she supposed to face Qian Ran from now on?
"Teacher?" Seeing that Xian Lin'er remained silent, Qian Ran called out tentatively.
"You still have the nerve to call me Teacher?" Xian Lin'er was furious inside. Was this bastard planning to wipe his mouth and run after having his fill? Was he already trying to wash his hands of this?
"Then... Lin'er?" Qian Ran suddenly felt a mountain of pressure. Xian Lin'er had not earned the name of War Goddess for nothing. Being before her really was rather stressful. Most importantly, without strength, he had no say.
Even with the system's support having already maxed out Qian Ran's talent, that was still useless. He would need at least several more years of cultivation to reach Xian Lin'er's level.
Damn it!
A man's standing still depended on solid strength.
Without solid strength, he always felt he could not speak with any backbone.
"Hmm?" Hearing Qian Ran call her that made Xian Lin'er go weak. Few people in this world could address her that way-only Mu En, Yan Shaozhe, and Qian Duoduo. Hearing someone so much younger than herself call her that felt strange.
Xian Lin'er glared at Qian Ran, her heart thrown into turmoil.
The sensation of Qian Ran's two large hands taking liberties with her body seemed to linger. Her face and neck still hurt a little, too. That bastard had nibbled on her