Don't Move, Don't Be Impulsive

"Teleportation?!"

Qian Renxue murmured in a daze. Under the scorching heat of Ye Qiu's breath, her ears and that beautiful face inevitably flushed crimson.

Porcupinefish Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo came to a sudden realization.

But even more doubts filled their hearts.

They clearly had not seen Ye Qiu use a soul skill just now. They had not even seen him use his martial soul. Even knowing that Ye Qiu's martial soul was somewhat unusual, the soul power fluctuations from summoning a martial soul were something they, as Titled Douluo, should have been able to sense at least a little.

Ye Qiu held Qian Renxue by the waist, his hands restlessly sliding slightly. The firm waist pressed close against Qian Renxue's soft backside was not behaving itself either.

"!!!"

Qian Renxue's eyes went wide.

Her whole body tensed, afraid that this bastard Ye Qiu would do something outrageous. Yet this long-lost feeling of being able to lean on someone, this warmth, left her somewhat unable to resist.

Qian Renxue even wanted Ye Qiu to come in as soon as possible. She was desperate to know what Ye Qiu had gone through over the past two years.

She missed Ye Qiu very much, and because of that, she also wanted to know what Ye Qiu was thinking.

Especially every time she saw those women in the residence, she cursed that dead pervert Ye Qiu, that rotten bastard, in her heart.

He had actually fostered his women in her residence?

What did he take her for?

The mistress of the harem? That did not seem impossible either. Who else but her was worthy of the position of principal wife?

She was the future, most holy Angel Goddess!

Just as countless thoughts raced through Qian Renxue's mind, a trace of soul power actually