Nangong Cheng, clad in his scholar's robes, chuckled and said, "You won't even deign to sleep with me, yet you still want my calligraphy? Do you have any idea how valuable my writing is?"
"Giggle... Academician Qing Lian, you'll be the one offering yourself up for free!" Guann Zhenzhen said with a laugh.
Nangong Cheng cracked a grin and said, "I'll be waiting!"
A wicked, charming smile played on Guann Zhenzhen's lips. She clapped her hands, and a few disciples entered. Two pushed a wooden horse, while another led in two very strapping men.
After bringing the items inside, the three disciples silently retreated two steps and stood with their heads bowed.
Guann Zhenzhen walked over to the wooden horse, stroking it gently. "For you three," she said, "Zhenzhen went to a great deal of trouble this time.
Your backbone truly impressed Zhenzhen, I must admit. In all these years, Zhenzhen has rarely met Cultivators who could withstand all of my methods without bowing their heads.
