On the Verge of Losing Control

"Mm, of course. If my husband has to take that risk, I'd rather not go back..."

After hesitating for only a moment, Fei Mi noticed the concern in Shen Yi's eyes. She lowered her head and spoke softly.

The longer she stayed, the deeper her attachment to Shen Yi became. Gradually, that feeling had begun to overshadow nearly all her other emotions, even her obsession with returning home.

Wen Ke'er slowly closed her eyes and let out a long, gentle sigh.

It had to be said that her earlier choice had been correct.

Not only did Shen Yi's supernatural abilities surpass Wen Ke'er's understanding of humanity, but his grasp of women's emotions was also unmatched in this world.

Gently holding Shen Yi's hand, Fei Mi had already cast aside her earlier urgency to return home.

Even Wen Ke'er, a woman herself, could not achieve such subtle control and understanding of her emotions.

"Do you usually coax women like this?" Wen Ke'er's eyes blazed like torches in winter.

With just a few words, he had wrapped Lin Zhiwei and Fei Mi around his finger, and even made Wen Ke'er speak up for him.

That was something that absolutely could not have happened to Wen Ke'er in the past.

She had once been the person in her clan who hated men the most.

If it had not been Shen Yi that day, but some other man instead, Wen Ke'er might have come up with some terrifying idea of perishing together.

"How can something that makes everyone happy count as coaxing?" Shen Yi glared at the woman floating in the air in an especially unseemly posture, but did not stop her.

Now, every woman around him treated him with excessive deference. A woman like Wen Ke'er, so unconcerned with propriety, was rather interesting.