“Is there something on my face?” Lu Yun was still a bit woozy and stared dumbly at Qing Han while the young man rubbed at his cheek.

“Don’t move!” Qing Han tried again. The mark had faded somewhat, but not completely, making the disguised girl’s face turn flaming red. Her true form had been disguised by the starstone and she hadn’t put on any lipstick, so that mark must be a result of her... sucking Lu Yun’s face!

A hickey, as modern day people would call it!

Of course, Qing Han didn’t know what a hickey was, but memories of prior night’s madness slowly came back to him. Fortunately, Lu Yun’s relatively low cultivation of the golden core realm made him a lightweight when it came to wine brewed for immortals; he believed the events of last night were a dream.

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