Yan Luoluo's ear tips turned slightly red, and she put on a stern front as she glared at him. "Immortal Venerable, please refrain from spouting nonsense. In the past three days, aside from me, Shì Yuān and several others have stayed here as well." She pressed her fingertip against Ye Wuchen's chest and said righteously, "I would never stoop to such a petty, opportunistic act!"
Ye Wuchen let out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating slightly and causing a tingling sensation in her fingertips. He suddenly reached out, caught her mischievous finger, and gently pressed it against his own chest—where a pale golden Divine Rune was glowing faintly in time with his heartbeat.
"Indeed, you did not." His gaze deepened, his voice low and tender. "It's just... that I wished to do so."
Chapter 120