The True Word Venerable's palm stopped three inches from Jiang Fan's chest, unable to strike down.
It was as if something held it back.
The curse she was about to utter was also abruptly cut off.
She found herself with almost no resistance, her gaze quickly softened, filled with affection.
The hand aiming to strike Jiang Fan instead hooked around his neck.
Her soft body collapsed into his embrace, her eyes dreamy as she raised her neck, breathing out softly:
"Jiang, my dearest Jiang."
She stood on her tiptoes and gently kissed Jiang Fan on the lips.
Only then did she snap back to reality.
Realizing with horror what she had done, she screamed and shoved Jiang Fan away:
"Ah!"
"How could I do this? How could this happen?"
Senior Xingyuan spread his hands, saying: "See, wasn't I right, dad?"
"Though you verbally disdain Jiang Fan, your body is very honest, showing how much you like Jiang Fan."
The True Word Venerable was stupefied.
