#((lemons?))

Xie Lian had been maintaining a polite and humble smile the entire time[In undercover mission to Mt Tonglu’s Ghost melee of death], but seeing that there were actually female ghosts coming closer, ready to feel his chest with their eyes bright, his brows twitched. 

Hua Cheng pressed two fingers together and lightly swung them upwards, and the circle of hands, delicate as well as withered both, were waved away. 

Xie Lian immediately crouched behind Hua Cheng to hide, and the female ghosts were annoyed. “What, are you going to say that this puppet has a bad temper too, and doesn’t like other people touching him? He looks nice!” 

Hua Cheng reached out and lifted Xie Lian’s chin. “His temper is certainly nice, but my temper is bad. No one shall touch what I love except for me.” 

Xie Lian followed along and obediently raised his face, holding back his laugh so hard his guts were spasming. Still, he was very cooperative and gazed into Hua Cheng’s eyes, speaking earnestly, “No. San…Master’s temper is very nice too.”

Hua Cheng laughed too, looking very satisfied. The two went back and forth, getting quite into their roles,