Tang San

"...My ideal husband must be a great hero! None of those crooked melons and cracked dates on Earth are qualified." Leina raised her head proudly and spoke with complete confidence.

"Oh, so you mean I'm not qualified either?" Yun Chuan asked with great interest, still holding Qi Lin in his arms.

"You?"

Leina paused, then looked him up and down. Well, his appearance and temperament passed. His strength was okay too... The only flaw was...

"Everyone has seen your strength for themselves. But a fickle man like you—aside from silly, innocent Qi Lin, I doubt anyone else could put up with you." She spoke with some disdain.

"That really is a pity."

Yun Chuan did not deny that he was fickle. Instead, he said with feigned regret, "If I could win over you, the Sun Goddess, I'd at least save myself a hundred years of struggle."

"Only a hundred years?!"

Leina put her hands on her hips in dissatisfaction, lifting her chin slightly as she said, "Does this goddess have that little clout? It should at least save you ten thousand years of struggle!"

Ten thousand years?

Yun Chuan said nothing, merely gave her a look. Its meaning was obvious.

"What do you mean? Are you looking down on this goddess?" Leina frowned and said unhappily.

"No, how would I dare look down on the Sun Goddess? I just suddenly remembered that it's time to eat. We should go have lunch." Yun Chuan directly wrapped an arm around Qi Lin's waist and left her with a dashing back view.

"Then, Leina, we'll be going first." Qi Lin did not forget to turn back and say goodbye.

"Go on, go on. Stop flaunting your relationship."

Leina waved them off impatiently, watching the two of them walk away. More precisely, she watched