Nalan Ye Jue's cold, thin lips gradually approached the girl's cherry lips.
The girl instinctively tensed a bit and closed her eyes.
Just when she thought Nalan Ye Jue was about to kiss her, suddenly, the man's large hand clasped her waist and felt something.
Something small, about the size of a date.
Like a Crystal Ball, shimmering and exceptionally bright.
Nalan Ye Jue suddenly got up from Qin Xin.
Ending that impending kiss.
The girl, now without the Crystal Ball, looked at Nalan Ye Jue in astonishment, suddenly changed as if into another person, her gaze turning fierce, snatching at the Crystal Ball in his hand.
Nalan Ye Jue and she kept sparring on the bed, the two tussling so much that the bed frame creaked.
Listening outside the bedroom door, Wu Zhiming was both frightened and blushing.
Oh, cough cough, the Young Master surely deserves his reputation, able to make such a ruckus with what they thought was a lifeless body?
