"Hmph, liar," Min Ji retorted before sitting beside him. "Forget about that. I'm more interested in the proper thanks you intend to give me."
"If I could, I would have given it to you this instant. Alas, I cannot use it currently," Mu Jin replied, rubbing the back of his head.
"What is it?" Min Ji asked, resting her soft cheeks against her palm, her blue eyes fixed on Mu Jin.
"I will tell you once I can access it," Mu Jin replied and asked, changing the topic, "Sister Min Ji, is there someone named Sex Demon in Jianghu?"
Min Ji let out a weary sigh upon hearing Mu Jin's question. It was the first time Mu Jin had asked something about the Jianghu, but why did his first question have to be about the Sex Demon? She was already worried for the future of her junior brother.
After a brief pause, Min Ji informed,
"Everyone in the Jianghu knows about him. He was one of the five greatest martial artists fifty years ago, a heaven-defying talent. If he had not chosen the demonic path, he might have become the greatest under the heavens. Moreover, he was absolute trash in character, defiling women left and right like an animal in heat. If he were in front of me, I would have cut down his geni—"
"I understand... I understand, Sister Min Ji," Mu Jin blurted, feeling personally attacked.
At that moment, he decided never to reveal his real identity to Min Ji under any circumstances.
"Heaven-defying talent, huh?" Mu Jin murmured inwardly, the words not suiting him in the least. He had neither a special constitution nor a proper foundational cultivation technique. All he had in his past life was absolute control over his Qi, which he had learned solely to survive the merciless Jianghu that had never shown him kindness.
"So, it has already been fifty years since I died," he murmured inwardly, uncertain of how to feel about his current predicament.
"Mu Jin, why did you ask about him?" Min Ji asked, continuing the conversation.
"I just want to know more about the famous martial artists of Jianghu."
"Then you should ask about Mount Hua's Plum Blossom Sword, the Poison King of the Tang Clan, or the Sword Saint from the Wudang Sect," Min Ji sighed, facepalming.
Her eyes narrowed as she continued, "Do not concern yourself with someone like that demon."
Instead of replying, Mu Jin stared at her silently.
After a short moment, he asked, "Sister Min Ji, I can't help but notice you are avoiding calling the Sex Demon by his title. Are you perhaps embarrassed by the word 'sex'?"
"H-how daring of you to ask such a question to your Senior Sister?" Min Ji blurted, a faint blush appearing on her face. "I'm not embarrassed to say it."
"She is cute," Mu Jin chuckled inwardly before insisting, "Then say it."
"S-say what?"
Mu Jin leaned closer to Min Ji and whispered in a low voice,
"Sex, of course."
Her face turned an intense crimson as Mu Jin's breath tickled her ear.
"Y-you are too close, Mu Jin," she mumbled in a low tone.
"I will not move away until you say it."
Min Ji had the strength to blow Mu Jin to oblivion with a flick of her finger, yet she could not move a muscle. For reasons unknown, she did not want to overpower him with strength.
"I-it's not a big deal. I can just say it."
"I'm listening."
"S... se... se-se... Sex!" she shouted, her hands flying to her face, hiding the flustered expression beneath.
"She was fine with me peeking at her underwear, yet she is feeling this embarrassed to say 'sex'," Mu Jin murmured inwardly, shaking his head, a faint smile curling on his face. "But her flustered expression is really a treat for the eyes."
Min Ji would not have felt that flustered under other circumstances, but their closeness and Mu Jin's breath on her ear made her lose composure.
"Hehe, good girl," Mu Jin said, patting her head as he moved back.
"Mu Jin, you shouldn't tease your Senior Sister," Min Ji mumbled, playing with her fingers, her head lowered.
Despite her words, she did not remove Mu Jin's hand from her head.
After a moment, she pulled herself together and said, "Here, I brought this for you."
In her hand, she carried a box wrapped in cloth.
"What is it?" Mu Jin asked.
"Dinner. Didn't I tell you I would bring something for you to eat?"
Mu Jin had not noticed that the sun had already set and the stars had begun appearing in the sky.
And now that he thought about it, he was really hungry and in need of energy after castratin—ahem, beating Seok Jin and his lackeys.
"Thank you, Sister Min Ji," he said, quickly snatching the box.
It did not take the hungry him more than ten seconds to gobble up half of the meal.
"Sister Min Ji... munch munch... I forgot to ask you... have some as well," Mu Jin said, offering his chopsticks, his cheeks puffed with food.
While he was eating, Min Ji silently stared at him with an attractive smile on her face.
Mu Jin would not have offered the delicious food to her, but her gaze made him feel awkward, so he tried to divert her attention.
"No, I am full—growl~"
"..."
"H-hehe, t-the wind is really loud today—growwwwl~"
"..."
In a sudden motion, Min Ji punched her stomach while maintaining a straight face.
"On second thought, I'm already full. I can't eat anymore," Mu Jin said.
"Mu Jin, I'm really not hungry. You don't have to lie to give it to me."
"Then why are you already holding the box?" Mu Jin asked with a sigh.
In contrast to her words, her hands had already grabbed the tiffin, and very tightly at that. If Mu Jin had held it any lighter, she would have already snatched it away.
He loosened his grip, and the moment he did, Min Ji began gobbling down the food, throwing away all earlier formalities and decency.
While her mouth was completely full, Mu Jin, sitting in front of her, said in a low tone, his face blushing,
"S-sister Min Ji, you are using the same chopsticks that touched my lips. Should I consider it an indirect kiss?"