Sighing heavily, Chi Cheng playfully twisted Han Xuelian's ear, eliciting a whiny squeal from him.
"Why so mean, sweetheart?" The Grandmaster hissed softly from the sting of the pinch, closing one eye in pain.
"You want to dual cultivate for reasons other than just to open my meridians, don't you, you cocky brat?" Chi Cheng's brow curled up, suspecting the mischievous glint in his sweet icicle's piercing blue eyes.
Before the former Celestial Beast could flick his forehead, Han Xuelian seized his wrist and brought it near his mouth. The Grandmaster's cold lips brushed over the sensitive spot on Chi Cheng's wrist, all the while his daring sideway glance remained fixed on his dear broken jewel.
The former Celestial Beast swallowed hard, suppressing a reaction from tumbling from his lips that were pressed into a thin line.
