160 Damn This F*cking Cultivation!

Li Meirong frowned and almost slapped Xiong Mei's hand away, but the girl seemed to have sensed her discomfort and immediately retracted it on her own.

"Aii! Not very cute, are you?" Xiong Mei playfully pouted.

"I don't feel comfortable with being casually touched." Li Meirong frowned. She moved aside a few of her damp hair strands that were plastered across her face and asked, "What do you mean by saying "I collected everything around me?" The colours shot straight into my body."

Xiong Mei's teasing expression turned solemn as she regarded Li Meirong's sour face and looked her up and down.

She offered a hand to help her up, but Li Meirong ignored it and chose to support herself against one of the pavilion's pillars, rising to her feet on her own.

"Sorry about earlier. I'll be sure to ask your permission next time before I touch you! As for what I meant, well, the way you cultivate means you're kind of special." Xiong Mei stated, scratching the back of her head.