Xiao Ye got dragged into a bedroom by Ziran, who locked the door behind them.
Xiao Ye asked in surprise, "Why do you need to borrow me? You need something from me?"
"Can you stop making it sound so ambiguous when you talk? If you need something, just say you need something. You went and told Yun Bing you were borrowing her husband, now she might get the wrong idea!"
Ziran couldn’t care less, "She isn’t that suspicious, besides, you think I’d be into you? You think I actually want to do something with you?"
Xiao Ye’s mouth twitched, "You really know her well."
*He added in his mind, She doesn’t like me now, but who knows, maybe she will someday. The real world is always weird like that.*
"Of course, we’re like besties who can wear the same panties." Ziran pulled over two chairs and sat at the desk, her expression suddenly dead serious as she said, "I have a question I need to consult you on, so Xiao Ye, please enlighten me."
*The Hierarch of the Venerable Alliance wants to consult me and she’s being all formal about it?*
Xiao Ye raised an eyebrow, "Since you’re Yun Bing’s bestie, I guess I’ll answer for you, but let me say up front, I might not be able to give you an answer for your question."
Ziran’s pretty face suddenly turned a little awkward. She squirmed and said shyly, "What kind of divine treasure did Yunxi eat to develop her body again without affecting her cultivation foundation?"
*That expression was a total flip from a moment ago.*
"???" A question mark practically popped out above Xiao Ye’s head.
*That’s what you want to ask?*
"Uh!" Xiao Ye felt a little embarrassed. As far as he could guess, Yunxi’s body developed again because she drank the high-level lifeform blood he produced after his evolution.
"Do you want your body to develop too?" he asked, frowning.
Ziran suddenly sat up straight, thrusting her chest out. Her purple dress got pushed up so much, her proud curves looked like they might burst out. She said, "Exactly!"
Xiao Ye’s mouth twitched. He glanced at her proud figure and said, "Your body’s already great. You really don’t need any more development. That stuff is way too freaky anyway, and even if I told you, you probably wouldn’t want to eat it."
He really didn’t want to cut his wrist and let out blood—he remembered just how much that sucked, so he tried whatever he could to kill Ziran’s idea.
*That stuff is too freaky?*
"It’s fine, if Xiaoxi could eat it, so can I. You don’t need to overthink it. It’s my decision if I eat it or not, and it’s none of your business!" Ziran didn’t care, and confidence bloomed on her cute face.
*Easy for you to say it’s none of my business. I’m the one who would need to bleed, not you.*
Xiao Ye shook his head and said, "Sorry, that’s my private business. I can’t answer that question. How about asking me something else?"
"!" Ziran looked shocked, "Asking a question is that awkward for you?"
Ziran looked thoughtful and said, "Alright, if that’s the case, then I’ll..."
"Let you look at my legs!"
She lifted her purple dress all the way to the top hem, revealing a long, pale, pinkish thigh, and propped her right leg up onto the desk, putting it right in Xiao Ye’s face.
"Well? That’s enough sincerity, isn’t it?" Ziran looked supremely confident, as if she had Xiao Ye wrapped around her finger.
Xiao Ye’s eyes went wide. He couldn’t help but stare at that pink, perfect thigh that reached all the way to the root. It seemed like a work of art, utterly flawless, utterly perfect.
Her skin was smooth and pale, her leg curves beautiful.
Ziran smugly raised her chin, showing off a white, slender, swan-like neck.
The last time she’d begged Xiao Ye to help her disciple, Huangfu Xiangling, with her orientation issue, he had requested to look at her legs. That was proof this guy was a total leg man.
This time, she’d gone so far as to let him see her legs, so no matter how embarrassed he got, he’d spill the answer.
"Nice legs—really nice legs." With her leg less than eight inches from his eyes, the visual impact was staggering. Xiao Ye thoroughly enjoyed the sight, but still, he didn’t want to bleed. Regaining his composure, he said, heroic and unshaken,
"But I, Xiao Ye, am not some idiot who loses his mind over lust. You better put your leg away."
Ziran’s rosy lips curved up as a sly glint flashed in her beautiful eyes. She didn’t put her leg down; instead, she put it even closer to Xiao Ye, almost touching his face, with her scent wafting from her leg.
Ziran said confidently, "I let you see my leg, so don’t you think it’s only fair for you to tell me what the treasure is?"
Xiao Ye stared at the nearly-in-his-face, white, perfect thigh, then tore his eyes away with difficulty. He said, "How about this, I let you look at my legs too. I look at yours, you look at mine. I get a deal off you, you get a deal off me—totally fair, no debts either way."
Ziran snapped, "Who the hell wants to look at your big, hairy leg? I’m a woman, how is that the same?"
"A guy like you—if you stripped naked and walked down the street, swinging your junk for folks to see, you’d probably just grin and say, ’I’m bigger than you!’"
"But for us women, the tiniest slip-up, and we’ll feel awkward about it for ages."
Xiao Ye’s mouth twitched and he almost lost his cool, "What do you take me for, you think I’m the sort to prance down the street waving my dick?"
"’A guy like me!’ Don’t make me sound like some perv."
"You’re the one who doesn’t care what society thinks. You hiked your skirt up to your waist right in front of me, let me see your panties, and you’re just shamelessly showing off your leg, all proud and smug, like it’s a flex."
"You say you’re the kind of woman who gets embarrassed for ages with a wardrobe slip? Give me a break!"
Reminded by those words, Ziran looked down and, sure enough, she had pulled her skirt up so high her purple lace panties were in full view.
Her pretty face flushed with embarrassment, and she hurriedly dropped her skirt. Somewhat flustered, she explained, "You saw me in just my underwear at the hot springs anyway, so what’s the big deal seeing it now?"
Xiao Ye laughed, "Well, in that case, I don’t have to answer your question—since you don’t care, you’re not losing anything."
He got up to leave, but Ziran’s long leg shot out like a split, foot on the wall, blocking his way out.
"Xiao Ye, I’ll even let you touch it, OK?"
Ziran, obsessed with her body, was ready to go all out if it meant getting a better figure.
*Touch it?* Staring at the pale, flawless thigh like a piece of art, Xiao Ye swallowed nervously. The Hierarch of the Venerable Alliance’s thigh was definitely something else.
Ziran laughed, "Come on, I’ve put so much on the line—just tell me what the treasure is and where to get it."
Xiao Ye asked, "What realm are you at?"
Ziran replied proudly, "Quasi-Saint, Perfection!"
Xiao Ye’s pupils shrank. So this amazing thigh belonged to a Quasi-Saint at Perfection.
*Just one word from him and he’d actually get to touch a Quasi-Saint Great Perfection thigh?*
"Sorry, still not happening!" Xiao Ye still refused. If he gave in, chances were Ziran would want his blood. Making a Quasi-Saint at Great Perfection develop again would take hundreds of liters.
Ziran’s mouth twitched as she lowered her leg and let her skirt cover it. She sighed, "Alright, I’ll give you that—you’re a real man, not some horny ghost. We’ll drop that topic. But there’s something else I need from you."
Xiao Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
Ziran pulled Xiao Ye back to his chair, put her hand on the table, and said, "Check me out for template problems, will you? Any physical defects?"
"If there are, heal me—I’ll pay."