Jun Yimo pursed her red lips, gave her a fierce look, then cleared her throat and said to the door, "Oh, it's about to start, please wait a moment."

"You..." Mo Lingjue knew that she did it on purpose. He clearly asked her to send the person away, but she said to wait for a while?

Doesn't this make it clear that you want him to leave?

"What are you, you still won't leave?"

Jun Yimo's face was as red as a ripe apple.

"Okay, I'm leaving!" Mo Lingjue said through gritted teeth. When he stood up, he didn't forget to squeeze her hard with his hand on her chest to show his unwillingness.

Seeing his fleeting figure, Jun Yimo shouted angrily, "Mo——Ling——Jue! You bastard!"

Jun Yimo sat up from the couch and shook her somewhat confused mind.

When did she begin to silently accept this man? But why did he always make her feel unreal?

Although he often appeared next to her and seemed very close, she felt that there seemed to be an insurmountable gap between him and her.

His mystery, his power, his unfathomability, everything about him was so elusive to her.

...

Sure enough, not long after, Jun Yimo was summoned to Lingxiao Residence again by her dear master.

She pushed the door open and walked into Mo Lingjue's study, but did not close the door.

"The disciple meets the master. I wonder what the master wants to see the disciple for?"

Mo Lingjue raised his head and glanced at her. His eyes inadvertently glanced at the unclosed door, and a hint of smile flashed in his eyes.

"How was your cultivation going last time, to your long-term manager?"

Huh? Did you really ask her to come over and talk about cultivation?

"After these few days of practice, I have penetrated the first level."

Mo Lingjue nodded, "This speed is quite acceptable. Yesterday, several elders in the sect discussed and hoped to send the best ones among your batch of new disciples to Solomon's Ziwei space.

Cultivation, I wonder what you think?"

"Are you informing me or asking for my opinion?" Jun Yimo asked back.

Mo Ling never answered the question, "Is there any difference?"

Jun Yimo shook his head speechlessly, "Ziwei Space? Are there any benefits to practicing there?"

"Of course there are benefits, otherwise why would I let you in?" Mo Lingjue was still so concise and to the point.

"Didn't you say it means you didn't say it?"

"You will naturally understand after you go in. There are some words that you don't need to say every day, as long as you understand them in your heart!" As he spoke, his eyes stared at her meaningfully, as if he was insinuating some other meaning.

Jun Yimo could naturally tell, was he referring to the matter between the two of them?

She looked up and looked back with stubborn eyes, "But there are some things that you will never understand if you don't tell them!"

He suddenly laughed, and even through the mask, she could still feel his happiness.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and rubbed her head, "Let me say it again, you are mine, and it has been destined from the moment we met. Don't hide, don't even think about escaping, just accept it with peace of mind. Some things will happen to you.

When it's time to know, I will tell you naturally. Now your task is to improve your strength at all costs, and I don't want to be surrounded by a softie every day in the future."

"Ruanmian? Are you the one who is Luanmian?" She immediately retorted. What this guy said was too insulting to her intelligence.

Mo Lingjue walked up to her, bent down with a half-smile, and whispered into her ear, "Are you sure? Why do I feel like I'm not soft anymore when I meet you? Didn't you feel it this morning?"

Jun Yimo pursed her red lips, gave her a fierce look, then cleared her throat and said to the door, "Oh, it's about to start, please wait a moment."

"You..." Mo Lingjue knew that she did it on purpose. He clearly asked her to send the person away, but she said to wait for a while?

Doesn't this make it clear that you want him to leave?

"What are you, you still won't leave?"

Jun Yimo's face was as red as a ripe apple.

"Okay, I'm leaving!" Mo Lingjue said through gritted teeth. When he stood up, he didn't forget to squeeze her hard with his hand on her chest to show his unwillingness.

Seeing his fleeting figure, Jun Yimo shouted angrily, "Mo——Ling——Jue! You bastard!"

Jun Yimo sat up from the couch and shook her somewhat confused mind.

When did she begin to silently accept this man? But why did he always make her feel unreal?

Although he often appeared next to her and seemed very close, she felt that there seemed to be an insurmountable gap between him and her.

His mystery, his power, his unfathomability, everything about him was so elusive to her.

...

Sure enough, not long after, Jun Yimo was summoned to Lingxiao Residence again by her dear master.

She pushed the door open and walked into Mo Lingjue's study, but did not close the door.

"The disciple meets the master. I wonder what the master wants to see the disciple for?"

Mo Lingjue raised his head and glanced at her. His eyes inadvertently glanced at the unclosed door, and a hint of smile flashed in his eyes.

"How was your cultivation going last time, to your long-term manager?"

Huh? Did you really ask her to come over and talk about cultivation?

"After these few days of practice, I have penetrated the first level."

Mo Lingjue nodded, "This speed is quite acceptable. Yesterday, several elders in the sect discussed and hoped to send the best ones among your batch of new disciples to Solomon's Ziwei space.

Cultivation, I wonder what you think?"

"Are you informing me or asking for my opinion?" Jun Yimo asked back.

Mo Ling never answered the question, "Is there any difference?"

Jun Yimo shook his head speechlessly, "Ziwei Space? Are there any benefits to practicing there?"

"Of course there are benefits, otherwise why would I let you in?" Mo Lingjue was still so concise and to the point.

"Didn't you say it means you didn't say it?"

"You will naturally understand after you go in. There are some words that you don't need to say every day, as long as you understand them in your heart!" As he spoke, his eyes stared at her meaningfully, as if he was insinuating some other meaning.

Jun Yimo could naturally tell, was he referring to the matter between the two of them?

She looked up and looked back with stubborn eyes, "But there are some things that you will never understand if you don't tell them!"

He suddenly laughed, and even through the mask, she could still feel his happiness.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and rubbed her head, "Let me say it again, you are mine, and it has been destined from the moment we met. Don't hide, don't even think about escaping, just accept it with peace of mind. Some things will happen to you.

When it's time to know, I will tell you naturally. Now your task is to improve your strength at all costs, and I don't want to be surrounded by a softie every day in the future."

"Ruanmian? Are you the one who is Luanmian?" She immediately retorted. What this guy said was too insulting to her intelligence.
Chapter completed!