Chapter 3880 — Challenging Xiao Che
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Brother Xiao Che, after we finish here, would you care to come to my wooden cottage for a tea gathering? For your sake, I would sweep the couch and wait for you!" Murong Zhen tempted him, her eyes like rippling waves.
Below the stage, the crowd swallowed hard with envy. When Murong Zhen had spoken to them before, she had never used such earnest words as "sweep the couch and wait." Even the two who had dared to attend her gathering had gotten no more than an eyeful—laying hands on her had been out of the question.
But now that Murong Zhen said this openly, did it not mean that this ripe, luscious blossom was about to fall onto Xiao Che, that silent lump of cow dung?
"Hey, if I were Xiao Che, I'd agree first and talk later—a free bargain is not to be passed up! Isn't that right, Leader?" Qiao Hongcai joked to Wei Zhao with a grin.
Wei Zhao could not help laughing. "Right your head! This is a man-eating flower—what free bargain? By the time you taste the sweetness, you'll already be meat in her mouth. Walking away unscathed is nothing but wishful thinking."
"Tsk tsk, truly a terrifying viper of a woman!" Qiao Hongcai shrank his neck at the words, then turned and looked expectantly at the stage. "I'm rather curious to see how Xiao Che, that quiet gourd, reacts—maybe he's a smoldering one underneath too!"
"Then let's watch." Wei Zhao smiled faintly, not in the least worried about Murong Zhen's seduction. If Xiao Che were the sort to lose his head so easily, he could never have risen out of the brutal competition of the secular world.
Faced with Murong Zhen's utterly undisguised temptation—one might even call it brazen seduction—Xiao Che's face actually reddened a little, with a fair measure of a young boy's shyness.
"Oh my, Brother Xiao Che is actually blushing—how adorable!" Murong Zhen's eyes lit up at once. In all her years navigating the world of pleasure, she had never seen a cultivator who blushed just from a couple of casual teasing words. How rare indeed.
Xiao Che's blush was a novelty not only to Murong Zhen; even Wei Zhao and the others below the stage were stunned, exchanging looks of disbelief: no way—blushing at a single teasing remark? Had this brother truly grown to this age without ever properly courting a woman? He was far too honest!
As for Meng Zhou and the rest, they burst into wanton laughter. Had this fellow lived this long without ever being with a woman? How hilarious! An early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator who had never even touched a woman—what a spectacularly failed existence!
And Meng Jueming, for his part, raked his greedy eyes hard over Murong Zhen's notable features. This woman was a wanton through and through!
After a moment, Xiao Che's complexion returned to normal, and he said with some embarrassment, "Miss Murong, I have no interest in the wooden cottage tea gathering. If there's nothing else, let us begin as soon as possible."
"No interest in the tea gathering, you say—then that means you're interested in my sweeping the couch and waiting for you? I never thought Brother Xiao Che was a smoldering one underneath, but I like it!" Murong Zhen laughed behind her hand.