This hit the nail on the head. Sang Ying, with a serious expression on her small face, gestured as she explained to him, “I’m not saying you can’t kiss me. It’s just that when you kiss me, could you channel your water attribute spiritual power?”

Xie Lingyu: …?

“Come on, just do as I say.”

Sang Ying grabbed his arm, stood on her tiptoes, and pressed her lips to his, urging him to act. “Mmm…”

Though Xie Lingyu didn’t understand what she was trying to do, after a few seconds of silence, he complied.

As he channeled his water attribute spiritual power, it wasn’t long before he saw fire element spiritual power gathering in the air, slowly merging into the girl’s body.

Xie Lingyu was taken aback for a moment, then narrowed his eyes, instantly understanding why her kisses felt so perfunctory—it was all for her own spiritual power cultivation.

He stepped back, lifting her chin with his long fingers, and suddenly let out a low, sinister laugh.

“So this is why you want me as your lover?”