"Naughty Feng Xun, have you been hanging out with Yan Jiu too much, learning only the bad and none of the good?" Ye Lingyue felt both embarrassed and annoyed, and lunged forward to bite his hand.
At the moment she bit down, Ye Lingyue felt a sourness in her teeth, complaining that Feng Xun's skin and flesh had become increasingly tough.
Little did she know, Feng Xun's bones and blood had been merged with the Ancient Dragon Blood and Dragon Meat, and had already transformed.
Ye Lingyue, losing enthusiasm from the bite, suddenly wrinkled her little face and raised her flushed face.
"Feng Xun, what did you just call me?"
She couldn't have misheard. Feng Xun had called her Little Yueyue.
This nickname... only...
Feng Xun's smile stiffened, and he slowly withdrew it, gently pecking her forehead.
"You heard wrong, my Ling Yue."
