Watching Qin Yi smile, Liusu tilted her head slightly, a smile tugging at her lips as well.
In the past, if this stinking cat had said something like that to her, they would inevitably have had to fight to prove whether he could or not.
But at this very moment, her heart was filled only with softness and contentment. No matter how she looked at his smile, she could not get enough of it.
In this age of chaotic rampage, amid the violently raging space all around them, it felt as though they were in the warmest Household.
With him standing in front to bear it all, there was peace.
In the end, she merely gave a soft "Mm," then turned her head away, no longer daring to meet Qin Yi's gaze. In a low voice, she said, "You... hold on for a little while. Just a little... I-I'll return my soul to my body first."
With that, her soul slipped into her body in a flash.
Seeing how pink she had become, Qin Yi felt delighted to the marrow of his bones.
Usually, whenever he wanted to show off, he found that his wives had already done all the showing off for him—especially this stinking little stick.
After finally getting a chance to show off before the little stick, and seeing her all weak and meek, he truly held his head high at last.
So much so that he did not even notice the enormous difference between the Spirit Body that had just spoken to him and the floating body before him now.
One wore conjured clothing and possessed peerless grace.
The other wore nothing at all, white jade smooth as congealed fat.
Yet they seemed about the same in his eyes... After all, what he usually saw was