At that moment, Di Shen lifted his phoenix eyes, extended his long arm, and pulled Ye Lingyue into his embrace.
"Bastard..."
Ye Lingyue's face showed annoyance, just about to burst into a tirade.
But in the next moment, her annoying little mouth was firmly blocked.
Her voice of reproach grew softer, the faint scent of grass on the man made Ye Lingyue unable to say a word.
She could only mumble softly, as the Qian Cauldron in her hand swiftly turned into a black light and drilled back into her palm.
Bo Qing, witnessing this, stiffened, swallowing a breath and turning his head aside.
A suffocating sensation accompanied by a familiar scent from the man made Ye Lingyue feel her body gradually warming, and there was focus in her eyes.
She bit down and bit Di Shen, which made the rascal slowly release her lips.
"Di Shen, you perverted beast."
Ye Lingyue spat, glanced at Bo Qing, who was rigid behind Di Shen, and wiped her lips somewhat awkwardly.
