Chapter 157: Master’s Mouth Isn’t Hard

No matter how hard she tried, Xiu Qingcheng could never have imagined that Meng Yingxing would kiss her so directly.

The magnified face of the young man was right before her eyes, and his unique scent, like fine incense wafting from a burner, enveloped Xiu Qingcheng.

The softness that followed on her lips instantly seized everything in Xiu Qingcheng’s brain, as if her consciousness no longer existed in this body formed of spiritual power.

Like a carved statue, she stood dumbly on the ground, still allowing the young man’s lips to press against hers.

Wait a minute! No one told her that teasing a disciple would lead to being kissed by the disciple!

That’s not right! Why would her disciple kiss her? Is this reasonable?

Holy crap! Xiu Qingcheng, your first kiss wasn’t given to a peerless beauty, but was stolen by a young man not even as tall as you!

At some point, thin clouds and mist had risen in the night sky. The bright moon hid within the mist, partially concealing itself.

Since coming out of the Divine Weapon Pavilion, this was the first time Xiu Qingcheng felt she had encountered an incredibly tricky situation.

She expended great effort to stuff her consciousness back into her body and reached out to push Meng Yingxing away.

Like a startled cat, Xiu Qingcheng suddenly sprang backward, hiding behind the corner of the pavilion building’s façade.

Covering her assaulted lips with the back of her hand, she glared at Meng Yingxing, who remained in place, with anger in her eyes.

Calm down, Xiu Qingcheng, calm down.

While glaring at Meng Yingxing, who had inexplicably done such a thing, Xiu Qingcheng administered a tranquilizer to her heart, which was running wild and about to crash and burn.

Xiu Qingcheng, you were a man for over twenty years and have been a woman for over half a year; what great storms and waves haven’t you seen!

Wrong. Having lived for so many years, she really hadn’t seen such a great storm! Even if she were an aircraft carrier, she would be capsized by this storm!

Over there, Meng Yingxing, sitting in his original spot, didn’t seem to realize what exactly he had done. Instead, with a slight flicker in his gaze, he looked at the hiding Xiu Qingcheng and subconsciously licked his lips with his tongue.

Then Meng Yingxing nodded.

“Mn, Master’s mouth is indeed not hard.”

Xiu Qingcheng expressed, ‘Damn it, damn it!’ Was this still a good disciple? Isn’t this too ** (inappropriate)? This disciple should not be kept for long!

“Meng Yingxing! What are you doing!”

This was the first time Xiu Qingcheng had shouted at Meng Yingxing so loudly.

After all, Meng Yingxing actually did something so out of line. Xiu Qingcheng, who still retained a shred of male consciousness, really couldn’t accept it for a moment.

Seeing that Xiu Qingcheng’s reaction was somewhat intense, and she rarely called him by his full name, Meng Yingxing’s hand trembled slightly.

Calm down, Meng Yingxing, calm down.

Since the mistake had been made, he must have the ability to bear it.

He imperceptibly inhaled a breath of the slightly cold night air and clenched his slightly trembling hand into a fist.

Even though his heart was somewhat flustered by Xiu Qingcheng’s attitude, Meng Yingxing still tried his best to feign a normal expression on his face.

He blinked his clean eyes and said with an innocent look, “Sorry, Master.”

“But didn’t you, Master, want to prove whether your mouth was hard or not?”

What bad intentions could a disciple have? The disciple just wanted to help his master prove that her mouth wasn’t hard.

Now it was confirmed that Xiu Qingcheng’s mouth was very hard (stubborn), but Xiu Qingcheng’s mouth (lips) was also not hard.

“Can’t you use your hand to touch it!?”

“Rebellious disciple, I think you did it on purpose!”

Hiding behind the façade, Xiu Qingcheng revealed half of her celestial face, flushed red whether from shyness or anger, and pointed a finger accusingly at her disciple who had committed the offense.

Unexpectedly, Meng Yingxing admitted it openly:

“Yes, Master, I did it on purpose.”

Xiu Qingcheng hadn’t reacted yet: “Don’t you dare deny it, you definitely did it on pur… Huh? You admitted it!?”

Something’s wrong. Why was every step Meng Yingxing took now out of her control!?

Meng Yingxing nodded, listening to his heart pounding like a drum in his chest, and continued to feign calmness, saying, “Mn, what’s wrong? Can I not kiss you, Master?”

“Of course not!”

Case solved. She had trained him in swordsmanship until he became stupid.

What does ‘Can I not kiss you, Master’ mean??

Xiu Qingcheng jumped up, really wanting to split Meng Yingxing’s head open with a sword right now to see what kind of stuff was inside!

“Why not?”

Meng Yingxing’s strange retort choked all of Xiu Qingcheng’s words in her throat.

Xiu Qingcheng forced herself to formulate a reason why not, preparing to educate Meng Yingxing properly, but Meng Yingxing’s words beat her to it.

“This morning, didn’t that tribesman also kiss his sister?”

“He said kissing expresses love, and familial affection is also love. Then isn’t my master-disciple affection for you, Master, also a form of love?”

“I like Master, so I kissed.”

“Master, is there a problem?”

Meng Yingxing forced himself to meet Xiu Qingcheng’s gaze, the expression on his face appearing even more innocent.

Of course, only he knew how fast his heart was beating after his voice fell.

Meng Yingxing was telling the truth now; he liked his master.

But as for exactly what kind of ‘like’ this was, Meng Yingxing didn’t know himself.

Seeing Meng Yingxing speak so confidently and innocently, this combo of moves left Xiu Qingcheng dazed.

Was this kid telling the truth or lying?

Was his kiss just now really that pure?

Xiu Qingcheng recalled Meng Yingxing’s intense reaction when facing various dual cultivation materials before. Perhaps regarding kissing, he really was this simple?

Him kissing her suddenly just now, maybe he really just wanted to express his respect for his teacher?

The more Xiu Qingcheng thought about it, the more she felt this disciple of hers was indeed simple and didn’t seem like someone with many schemes.

For a moment, she believed most of Meng Yingxing’s rhetoric just now.

But regarding his concept of kissing, which had been led astray by that tribesman’s single sentence, Xiu Qingcheng didn’t know whether to scold him for not using his brain or praise him for his strong learning ability.

Meng Yingxing tensed his body, watching Xiu Qingcheng relax her whole body, suddenly looking helpless.

He knew that Master’s anger had mostly dissipated.

Wearing an expression full of teacherly authority, Xiu Qingcheng walked out from behind the wall.

Familiar recipe, familiar taste; Xiu Qingcheng slapped Meng Yingxing on the head again.

“Stupid disciple!”

“Don’t just believe whatever anyone says!”

“I told you that’s a custom only that tribesman has. You aren’t a tribesman! Why are you copying him!”

Xiu Qingcheng scolded, her tone much softer.

“Anyway, next time you are not allowed to kiss like that suddenly. And… men and women can’t kiss casually!”

Having said that, Xiu Qingcheng crossed her arms and turned her head to the side.

“Then how can one kiss?”

“Of course, it requires a relationship like dual cultivation partners!”

Dual cultivation partners again…

At this moment, Meng Yingxing could still recall that charming dream.

Master not only kissed him on her own initiative but also kissed places she shouldn’t have.

Dual cultivation partners and such should be a much more intimate relationship than master and disciple, right?

Thinking of this, Meng Yingxing looked at the peerlessly graceful Xiu Qingcheng before him and was momentarily lost in thought.

If…

Meng Yingxing quickly snapped back to reality and shook his head.

It seemed some very inappropriate thoughts had just arisen.

Xiu Qingcheng suddenly stopped talking.

Seeing such a silent Xiu Qingcheng, Meng Yingxing asked cautiously:

“Master, I’m sorry. Are you… angry?”

“I’m not angry.”

Looking at Meng Yingxing’s careful expression, Xiu Qingcheng couldn’t hold her stern face.

“I was just startled just now.”

“Meng Yingxing! Brat! Stupid disciple!”

Saying this, Xiu Qingcheng still couldn’t help scolding Meng Yingxing a couple of times.

Such a master, such words, made Meng Yingxing’s heart panic instantly.

After scolding Meng Yingxing, Xiu Qingcheng turned her back to him and covered her heart with her hand.

Some people feign a calm exterior while their panicked heart settles down, but for others, under an angry exterior, their heart continues to panic endlessly.

In a corner Xiu Qingcheng couldn’t see, Meng Yingxing reached out and touched his own lips.

He seemed to still recall the touch of Xiu Qingcheng’s lips and the floral scent that filled his nose at the same time.

He felt as if he had tasted the marrow and knew the flavor, gradually becoming unsatisfied.

Sorry, Master.

If he could, he wanted to kiss Master again.

The clouds parted and the mist dispersed in the night sky; moonlight fell into Meng Yingxing’s embrace.

Meng Yingxing looked up.

The moonlight is beautiful.

Just like Master.