Meng Qingzhou couldn't be bothered with the nonsense. He wanted to test his suspicion, so he reached out his hand to touch, but grasped nothing.

"Here," Qiong gently took Meng Qingzhou's wrist and placed it on Pu Lingzi's head.

Pu Lingzi shook his head, his small, white hands slapping away as he angrily said, "Meng Qingzhou, how dare you insult me? If it weren't for Miss Liuli's presence, I would have taken your life!"

Meng Qingzhou's fingers danced, moving from the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head to the Liuyao on the face.