Lu Yang was stunned by the kiss.
He had certainly intended to tease Xue Zhenmei, to have some fun, and to make his cultivation a bit more interesting.
Moreover, he had considered developing Xue Zhenmei into a long-term partner for his cultivation, one that could at least last three months.
But in Lu Yang's mind,
no matter how he touched her under the guise of healing,
Xue Zhenmei was supposed to silently endure it.
At most, there might be some victorious reactions, followed by various kinds of embarrassment—just thinking about it amused him.
However, Xue Zhenmei's choice now completely caught him off guard.
The whole rhythm, compared to what he had anticipated at this time, had deviated ever so slightly.
He truly hadn't expected that Xue Zhenmei, in the throes of passion, would take such initiative.
She actually kissed him directly.
And, taking advantage of his brief moment of confusion, her agile tongue invaded without hesitation.
How could Lu Yang indulge her?
