Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Di Mo Xuan raised his brow slightly, the good-looking face enhanced with sharp facial features revealed a whiff of bewitching charm.
A man could show his languid style yet without losing his fortitude, like he was born with such attitude in the innate world.
He was probably the only one in the entire world.
“You forgot again…. What must you call me?” Di Mo Xuan lowered his head, his long arm scooped Ye Qing Luo into his arms again.
Ye Qing Luo’s cheeks flushed with redness, recalled how much he had wanted her to call him “Ah Xuan”. Her face turned even hotter.
“Then let me give you a friendly reminder.”
He just finished his sentence and lifted Ye Qing Luo over, her waist was tightened by his arms.
He had leaned over and covered her lips.
Gentle and deep, extremely lingering.
It was as if all the emotions were infused into this kiss.
The sandalwood scent lingered all over Ye Qing Luo’s breath.
In this instant, her mind blanked out.
The blush on her cheeks seemed to have spread throughout her body, the heat igniting as it passed along.
Their hair was flying all around, entangling together as their ten fingers interlocked, indicating that they would be intertwined for lifetime.
The arm of Di Mo Xuan roped in even tighter.
His lips slowly moved over to Ye Qing Luo’s ears, whispering in a hot and heavy breath: “Call me.”
That low pitch voice with repressing emotions left Ye Qing Luo blurred in her eyes.
Her delicate body hung in the arms of Di Mo Xuan as she leaned on his chest, listening to her own heartbeat and his unique charming whisper.
Ye Qing Luo believed that there was no one in this world who would be able to escape from such temptation.
Her slender fingers subconsciously grasped on to his robe tightly.
A decision was formed in her heart.
She wasn’t the kind that liked confusion and indulged in flights of fancy on her own.
In her world, it was either black or white, there was no space for any grey area.
Whether it was fondness or detestation, she did not like to second guess.
Hence once she made up her mind, Ye Qing Luo lifted her head as her eyes revealed a hint of seriousness.
“Di Mo Xuan, do you like for me?”
His ink dark iris reflected the smile on her face.
Ye Qing Luo felt the warm sweat oozing out from her palms, her dedicate body tensing up and trembled slightly.
Tension.
Full of nervousness while waiting for Di Mo Xuan’s reply.
Between her and Di Mo Xuan, no one had broken this ambiguous feeling yet.
But Ye Qing Luo did not want to go on like this with him anymore.
To like is to like.
If you did not have a liking, then they should change to a different style in getting along.
Otherwise…
Her heart would really fall for Di Mo Xuan.
If there was no affection, then it was best to severe all possibilities as soon as possible.
To upkeep their relationship as friend would be best for the both of them.
Di Mo Xuan loosen his grip from her waist.
His pair of eyes were dark like obsidian as he stared in deep thoughts at Ye Qing Luo.
He did not talk, Ye Qing Luo did not rush him either.
It wasn’t till after a long while till the school bell rang and Ye Qing Luo restrained the tension emotion in her heart, her five fingers clenched: “You better think through what kind of relationship we should use between us to get along.”
“I expect your answer the next time we meet.”
Her thin lips curved up slightly as she fished out the wood token that contained her details and hand it to Di Mo Xuan: “Help me work a trick or two to cover my profound grade.”
This wooden token would be updated daily.
In order to keep updating the student’s information on a timely basis.
If the people from the Academy were to find out that she had been promoted from Yellow Mystic Ninth profound grade to Mystic fourth grade overnight.
It would be the hot topic of the Academy.
At that time, Ye Qing Qian would add on to lodge a complaint to the Academy….