Chen Ye's sharp eyes saw through it, and his heart understood.
This big dumpling was clearly praying silently for Qing Jun.
Perhaps praying for him too, otherwise why so shy?
"Sister Qingzhu... I heard that if a cultivator practices yin-yang, the best way is to transfer qi through the mouth."
Chen Ye's eyes intensely focused on her lips, which were slightly pursed from nervousness.
The color of those lips was a faint cherry pink, now glistening like the petals bathed in morning dew.
Mao Qingzhu initially pondered seriously: "No, actually it's through..."
Just as she was about to say it, her pretty face flushed a light red.
How could she possibly bring herself to say it!
"Then... Sister Qingzhu, do you mean... that's not the case?" Chen Ye feigned confusion, his large hand rubbing her soft waist.
Mao Qingzhu's cheeks burned, wanting to deny it, wanting to push him away, wanting to maintain a last bit of reserve.
But... but these days.
