"A Core Formation Stage cultivator stubs their toe on a table corner and cries out in pain—don't you think that's a rather flimsy excuse?"
Xu Yuan leaned close to Liu Ruoxue's ear and teased in a murmur.
"There is no pain—I... umm..."
Liu Ruoxue's eyes trembled, and she only got halfway through her words before she immediately bit down on her vermilion lips with her silver teeth.
The moment she began to speak, she almost cried out, so she quickly closed her mouth again.
However, her silence did not mean Xu Yuan would stop.
In his eyes, the Liu Ruoxue of now was still not perfect enough.
As a Dao Companion, she might be qualified, but it wasn't Liu Ruoxue the Dao Companion he wanted, but rather a single-edged sword that he could wield at will, that only showed its edge towards others.
So, what seemed like activities stemming from some wicked taste were, in truth, adjustments meant to quell her thoughts of rebellion.
