“Zhang Mingyuan! What filthy thoughts are you having!”
Su Jinxue stared at Zhang Mingyuan with a face full of anger, yet her face also carried a breathtaking blush, like a brilliant sunset draping over a snow-capped mountain peak.
Even with this foot firmly planted on his face, Zhang Mingyuan was not annoyed at all.
With such a warm and smooth touch, who could possibly feel annoyed?
Pressing against the sole of her foot, he spoke in a muffled voice, “First of all, I must correct you on one point!”
Su Jinxue froze, clearly not expecting this reaction from him.
“I am a cultivator, but I'm still a flesh-and-blood man. Under these circumstances, in this kind of situation, this reaction is perfectly normal!”
He spoke with righteous conviction, as if explaining some ultimate truth of heaven and earth.
“Secondly, Immortal Lord Su, your foot... how much longer do you plan to keep it on my face? Although it feels quite nice, it's slightly hindering my performance.”
“You!”
Su Jinxue's petite, jade-like foot pulled back in a flash, like a startled rabbit fleeing.
The moment the sole of her foot left his cheek, a strange feeling welled up in her heart, making her inexplicably... agitated?
“Shut up! Zhang Mingyuan, I really didn't expect you to be this kind of person!”
Su Jinxue seemed deeply pained, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip tightly, her gaze carrying a hint of disappointment, as if frustrated that he wasn't living up to expectations.
“What kind of person am I? Immortal Lord Su, haven't you always known? Or is it that you simply don't lower your guard around me at all?”
Su Jinxue's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively scooted backward.
“Fool! You are merely a Sword-Bearing Attendant under this seat! Does this seat need to guard against you?”
“Oh? But you were the one who demanded I wash your feet; it's not like I asked to do it. You can't blame me, can you? I'm just a normal man. Or is it that Immortal Lord Su lacks confidence in her own beauty?”
Zhang Mingyuan curled his lips into a wicked smirk.
“Shut up! Zhang Mingyuan, if you dare say another word, this seat will...”
Su Jinxue's cheeks flushed even redder, even the tips of her ears tinged with a delicate pink.
“You'll what?”
Zhang Mingyuan interrupted her, his smile growing more roguish by the second.
“You were clearly enjoying it just now, weren't you? Look at you, your face is so flushed and your blood circulation is perfectly smooth. Yet you turn around and discard your 'masseur' the moment the job is done? Tsk, tsk, tsk. As expected of the Immortal Lord. Being powerful means you can do whatever you want, treating a mere Mahayana cultivator like me however you please.”
His words were incredibly cheeky and sarcastic, yet they also carried a hint of feigned grievance, making Su Jinxue's chest heave with anger.
“Shut up! This seat... this seat is not as shameless as you!”
She instinctively retorted.
“If you're washing this seat's feet, then just wash them! Why did you make that kind of face? Who would have thought that the grand Qingyun Heaven Sacred Lord would actually have such a fetish!”
“Oh?”
Intrigued, Zhang Mingyuan leaned in closer on purpose.
“Then why don't you tell me, what kind of fetish do I have?”
“Foot... fe...”
“Foot fetish!”
“What foot fetish?”
“Foot!”
“Foot what?”
“Zhang Mingyuan! You're doing this on purpose, aren't you!”
Su Jinxue finally realized she was being teased. In her shame and anger, a bone-chilling pressure of a Red Dust Immortal suddenly swept out!
Zhang Mingyuan felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly by an invisible giant hand.
But...
Su Jinxue's expression just now was simply too adorable!
Wait, no!
Why would this seat think this crazy woman is cute?
Am I crazy, or is the world crazy?
This was Su Jinxue!
The crazy woman who had fought him for five thousand years, ruthless and always ready to freeze him into an ice sculpture at the slightest provocation!
“I was wrong, I was wrong! Spare me, Lord Immortal Lord! Please withdraw your divine power!”
“Hmph! Mere Zhang Mingyuan, if you dare cross the line again, this seat will absolutely not spare you!”
Her voice was low and magnetic, but the slight tremor at the end betrayed her attempt to sound cold and ruthless.
“Yes, yes, yes, this lowly one wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare!”
Zhang Mingyuan bowed and scraped.
“I am merely a Sword-Bearing Attendant under Lord Immortal Lord. How could I dare have any improper thoughts!”
As he spoke, he secretly observed Su Jinxue's expression.
Seeing her expression soften slightly, Zhang Mingyuan's eyes darted around as he asked tentatively,
“Then... Lord Immortal Lord, should we... continue washing your feet?”
Hearing this, Su Jinxue's delicate body stiffened slightly.
She didn't say a word, only placing her fair feet back into the basin, adopting the high-and-mighty posture of an Immortal Lord as she looked down at Zhang Mingyuan.
Inside the basin, the water rippled, forming concentric circles.
The night grew deeper.
Inside the hall, the red candles flickered gently, casting two shadows onto the wall.
One shadow sat upright, high and mighty.
The other shadow crouched down, occasionally swaying.
As the cool night wind blew in through the window, the shadows swayed gently, intertwining until they became indistinguishable from each other.
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