Qingxuan's face turned red just right, as if a trace of pink morning light lingered on his fair face—shy, yet breathtakingly beautiful.
Ye Wu, watching him, found her own face inexplicably turning red as well.
The others: "..."
Hu Jiuling was so furious he wanted to scratch Qingxuan to death. Qingxuan acting shy? He wouldn't believe it even if he were killed.
He wanted to report him, to formally accuse Qingxuan of acting!
Yet the usually wise and mighty master appeared remarkably foolish at times like this.
Not only did she fail to see through Qingxuan's act, but she also opened her arms and softly said, "Then... a hug."
Since the master said so, could Qingxuan refuse?
Of course not.
Qingxuan immediately seized the opportunity, approaching to carefully embrace Ye Wu.
One minute.
Five minutes.
A quarter of an hour.
The other four, having exercised patience to their limits, could finally hold back no longer.
Xiao Heng glanced at Fire Nether: "Do something!"
