Oh my saint sister

“Ah! Su Lang! You’re too much!”

Chu Xiaobei shrieked furiously, her small eyes wide as if she wanted to devour Su Lang!

“Tsk!”

“To save you, I fed you all my Saint-grade pills; I’m practically bankrupt!”

Su Lang rolled his eyes. “You tell me, is it too much for me to hit you once?”

“Hmph!”

“You’re definitely just a pampered young master from a big clan, trying to trick me!”

Chu Xiaobei gritted her silver teeth, coldly turned her head aside, and refused to look at Su Lang.

She wasn't looking at him directly, but whether she was secretly peeking was another matter.

“Oh, my Saintess sister, why would I need to lie to you?”

Su Lang shook his head, a bit speechless, then said, “Forget it. Since you don’t believe me, then compensate me for the pills, and I’ll pretend I never saved you.”

“Compensate, then. They’re just some Saint-grade pills.”

Chu Xiaobei snorted disdainfully. Saint-grade pills? She had plenty!

“Alright, then quickly compensate me.” Su Lang nodded noncommittally.

“I…”

Chu Xiaobei’s expression suddenly froze, her cold face softening and turning a little red.

“What’s wrong with you now?”

Su Lang raised an eyebrow. “Hurry up and give me the pills; I have urgent business.”

“Did… did you not see that I’m injured?”

Chu Xiaobei bit her lip, a sentence difficultly escaping her small mouth, “I can’t open my Martial Saint Domain!”

And then she suddenly remembered that all her healing pills were used up during her escape from being hunted!

There were only some alchemy materials in her Martial Saint Domain…

It’s over, she’s lost face big time!

“Alright!”

Su Lang rolled his eyes and asked, “Then how long until you can open your Martial Saint Domain?”

Chu Xiaobei’s gaze darted around, her small mouth moving: “Based on my current recovery speed, probably… a month?”

“A month? Are you kidding me?”

Su Lang’s eyeballs rolled 180 degrees.

Chu Xiaobei quickly said, “If you have more healing pills, this time can be shortened!”

“None left!”

Su Lang slowly shook his head. “All my alchemy materials are used up.”

They really were all used up.

Even the materials Lian Yanxing had collected from the Martial Artist Alliance and Xuanyuan Martial Arts Academy were gone.

Only some useless scraps remained.

Su Lang had originally thought that once Chu Xiaobei woke up, he would immediately recoup his costs and even make a huge profit!

But he hadn’t expected Chu Xiaobei to be unable to open her Martial Saint Domain!

“Then… I can only compensate you after a month.”

Chu Xiaobei glared fiercely at Su Lang. “Anyway, a month will pass in the blink of an eye, so it’s pretty much the same as compensating you now.”

“Seeing how pitiful you are, I’ll humor you.” Su Lang nodded.

“Who said I wanted your pity?”

Chu Xiaobei grumbled, “Why aren’t you putting me down yet?”

“Put you down? Are you sure?”

Su Lang glanced at the ten thousand-foot height below them, a playful smile on his face.

Only then did Chu Xiaobei remember she was severely injured. If she fell, she wouldn’t die, but she would definitely be in a sorry state.

Maybe her clothes would even burst open again…

Su Lang smiled faintly: “It seems you still don’t want me to put you down, do you?”

“Hmph!”

“You can’t hold me like this!”

Chu Xiaobei stared intently at Su Lang, her gaze cold.

In all her life, she had never been held like this by a male, and the closest she had ever been to a male was never within two feet!

“Can’t hold you like this?”

Su Lang’s lips curved into a smile. “Alright, Saintess sister, what kind of posture do you want to switch to?”

Chu Xiaobei didn’t even think, immediately saying, “Any posture is fine, just not holding me like this!”

At these words, Su Lang was dumbfounded on the spot!

However, looking at Chu Xiaobei’s serious expression, Su Lang guessed she had no idea her words were teasing her.

In other words, Chu Xiaobei was too pure; some pleasures, she just didn’t understand!

“Hmm…”

Su Lang raised an eyebrow and smiled, “How about I carry you on my back?”

“Carry me on your back?”

Chu Xiaobei hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. “It’s better than being held, but it’s still not right…”

“Didn’t you say any posture was fine?”

Su Lang frowned, his lips twitching. “Then I’ll just carry you over my shoulder.”

“No!”

Chu Xiaobei coldly refused. “I’m not cargo; you can’t carry me like that!”

“Then I’ll… carry you under my arm?”

Su Lang said, rolling his eyes, “Like carrying a surfboard to go surfing!”

“What’s a surfboard?”

After a moment of confusion, Chu Xiaobei flatly refused, “No, you can’t carry me under your arm.”

“You woman, you have so many demands!”

Su Lang took a deep breath and said, “I have one last pose: how about I balance you on my head?”