"Th-then why did you ask me on purpose?!"
The beauty's face gradually reddened. Whether it was from the embarrassment of those sweet words or simply from Red Temperature, no one could say.
"If I didn't say that, wouldn't I have missed seeing Wan'er like this?"
"W-what are you saying?! After all these years, you still haven't seen enough?"
The rosy flush on his wife's face deepened, making her vexation and shy annoyance at this moment seem especially lovely.
"Of course. I could look at you for a lifetime and still never have enough."
"Go on, get out of here. That's so cheesy—"
Yao Wan clearly had no ability to defend herself against this kind of old-fashioned yet overly direct sweet talk.
She liked purer things. Those confessions that came so easily off the tongue were honestly hard for her to feel much for.
But someone like Xiao Yan, who rarely expressed himself in daily life and would only suddenly say something astonishing after an extremely long standby, instead caught her even more off guard.
But the main point probably still depended on the person.
...If it was Xiao Yan, then even if she cursed and grumbled, accepting it should still be rather easy... right?
Within the Yao Clan, even after witnessing the miracle of Jianmu taking root in the void earlier, it still maintained its former tranquility. There were even very few people who responded to Yao Wan's call and ascended to the Great Thousand World.
Speaking of which, this phenomenon seemed a little strange at first glance, yet it was also an indescribable tacit understanding between the Dou Di clans.
The closer a force was to Yao Wan and Xiao Yan, the more it was able to restrain its restless mind. Thus, even now that Jianmu connected heaven and