The young cultivator of Sisheng Peak humored you often. As much as you tried to keep a straight face at his vulgar jokes or his trivial arguments with Xue Meng, he’d always catch your lips pursed as you tried to hide a grin.

Mo Ran on the other hand, loved your reactions. As much as you scoffed and rolled your eyes at the accusation, he knew you were no better than him when it came to inappropriate humor. Perhaps that’s why he enjoyed your company so much— at least at first.