Back in their own house, and not long after they finished their dual cultivation session, Xiao Fang gave Xiao Hei a light pat on the butt, silently telling her to go wash up. Instead, she wriggled her hips in defiance, burying herself deeper into the bed.
Xiao Fang chuckled under his breath and let her be, heading off to clean himself up.
He had barely stepped out, toweling off his hair, when a knock sounded at the door.
"Elder," Xiao Fang greeted calmly, his voice smooth as ever.
Seeing the way his robes hung loosely off his frame, barely tied, with his hair still dripping wet, Luo Biya couldn't help but laugh softly into her sleeve.
"It seems I have a habit of catching you when you're still wet," she teased, her eyes glinting with amusement.
Xiao Fang smiled handsomely then replied,
"The next time you get wet, let me know so I can even the score."
"Oh ho, speaking to an Elder that way, you Dual Cultivators really are brazen.
