"You... you really came over dressed like this?" Xiao Jinsheng spoke, covering her eyes.
Meeting the gaze that peeked through her fingers, Mo Jiao chuckled, "I am wearing a robe."
"Where's the robe?" Xiao Jinsheng's eyes fell on his belt and chain-wrapped, exposed upper body, feeling her ears turn hot with blush.
"I lost it." Mo Jiao faced Xiao Jinsheng's continued stolen glances, directly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pressing her palm against his chest.
"If you want to look, look openly. Do I not know you?" Mo Jiao laughed softly.
"What!" Xiao Jinsheng struggled to break free from his hand, but Mo Jiao held tightly and teasingly moved her hand with each breath along his chest.
"Don't move, don't move, don't ruin my heart of the way." Xiao Jinsheng shut her eyes tightly and shook her head repeatedly, "I just said today that I want to be pure and single-minded in my cultivation."
