Looking at Liu Zixiao's flawless face, cheeks flushed with a mixture of shyness and anger, Qin Yu's smile deepened as he gently clasped her jade-like wrist, his figure leaning in close, whispering by her ear:
"Dao Bone — Master, don't you want it too?"
That deep, magnetic voice made Liu Zixiao freeze where she stood.
Even when her close sister had spoken to her about it, she had made her swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao.
Yet Qin Yu was telling her this earth-shattering secret right to her face…
Liu Zixiao trembled within, waves rippling through her heart. Her rosy lips parted, pearl-like teeth gently biting down, as if suppressing something with all her might.
Dao Bone.
What cultivator wouldn't desire a Dao Bone?!
"I am your master!"
Though she said this, her tone had obviously softened. Yet for some reason, something seemed to come to mind, and she grew inexplicably tense again.
"Isn't my master the Sect Leader?"
