"Uh...it was you who hugged me first!" Su He said cautiously.
"Really?" Ji Feixue's finger circled above his head, as if it could poke through it at any moment.
Ji Feixue leaned into his ear and breathed a sigh, "So Little Master likes not only whips, candles, and calling daddy but also this kind of play?"
Su He shuddered!
That's more like it, the true nature of a demoness.
Ji Feixue, twirling his Dragon Horn, gave him an annoyed glance, "I told you long ago that I have various avatars, but you didn't want them. It seems you're saying one thing and thinking another."
"????"
Was it me who didn't want them? You were the one who refused to discuss it further!
Ji Feixue shot him a look, and Su He didn't dare to speak out.
He discovered the best way to differentiate between Ji Feixue's true body and her avatars. If he felt as if bathed in the spring breeze and couldn't wait to cling to her, that was an avatar; the one that made him a little scared was definitely the real deal.
