Chapter 2822 — Did You Bring a Weapon?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"You think I don't dare?" Tian Chan said furiously. "Now turn around!"
"Heh." Wei Zhao turned around with a smile, a strange feeling in his heart. Bingtang the girl was also a peak late-stage Heaven Rank expert, but whenever she was with Wei Zhao she always faced him with that aloof, lofty coldness. Tian Chan was different—she might be an expert, but her temperament was that of a young girl, and Wei Zhao found himself happy in her company.
Tian Chan hesitated for a moment, then untied the yellow silk binding her chest, carefully pulling her collar tight to keep her breasts from showing. But that was impossible—the shape of the garment was what it was. All Tian Chan could do was let the clothes cover her body as much as possible, yet this faint, half-revealed allure gave her a terrible headache.
"All right, you can turn back now." After fumbling for ages with no solution, Tian Chan had no choice but to call Wei Zhao back around.
"Are you deliberately trying to seduce me?" Wei Zhao looked at the faintly visible ** on Tian Chan's chest and said, "Don't you know that this feeling is exactly what drives men craziest?"
"Say one more word and I'll kick you into a eunuch!" Tian Chan gave Wei Zhao a cold look. "Keep talking and I'll tell you the story of killing the donkey once it's done with the millstone. We'll settle accounts once we're up the cliff."
"Fine." Wei Zhao wiped the smile from his face, suddenly recalling that the person before him, beauty though she was, was also a peak late-stage Heaven Rank expert—a being who could obliterate him at any moment. "Now I'll wrap the yellow silk around the two of us. Help me with it."
"All right." Tian Chan nodded, watching somewhat nervously as Wei Zhao took his place behind her. Her delicate body was trembling slightly. She wanted to tell Wei Zhao not to stand so close, but then she thought: if he stood too far away, how would they be bound together? What if it came loose halfway up? If it was to be secure, they had to be pressed body to body...
Wei Zhao drew a deep breath. Tian Chan's scent was pleasant—he could not tell whether it was the fragrance of body wash or her own natural musk, and it stirred in him an urge to steal a taste of her sweetness.
Standing carefully behind Tian Chan, Wei Zhao's heavy breathing brushed against her neck, giving her a strange sensation—a little ticklish, a little uncomfortable. She could not help saying, "You... don't blow on me..."
"I'm breathing normally. If I don't breathe, I'll die." Wei Zhao said helplessly.
"Then turn your head away." Tian Chan said, unable to bear it.
"All right." Wei Zhao turned his head to the side, but pressed his body directly against Tian Chan's. Her delicate body gave a shudder, and she nearly cried out in alarm!
Still, it would have been better if Tian Chan had not moved; the moment she squirmed, Wei Zhao unavoidably had a physiological reaction...
Tian Chan felt something suddenly prodding against her. She froze for a moment, utterly baffled. "Hey, did you bring a weapon? It's poking me—take it away, quick!"