Mo Lin looked at Yao Yao's eyes, cold to the extreme and filled with killing intent so intense it was nearly tangible, as she lay in his arms. Not only was he completely unafraid, he even chuckled, his face taking on an even more punchable expression of teasing smugness.
"Tut, tut, that look has some real fire! As expected of my wife—even when you're angry, you're this beautiful." With his free hand, he lightly snapped his fingers.
Snap!
The crisp snap was not loud, yet it seemed to carry some strange power, piercing through space and the barriers of divine power to echo directly within the depths of Yao Yao's soul!
"Buzz—!"
Yao Yao's delicate body suddenly trembled! A flash of confusion and daze instantly passed through those beautiful eyes, which had been cold and detached and filled with endless killing intent! It was as though something long sealed away had been quietly stirred and awakened by that snap!
The next instant, the chill in her eyes that could freeze all things receded like the tide, replaced by a brief blankness that was swiftly overtaken by shock, embarrassment, anger, and a trace of... disbelieving panic!
The absolute indifference and detachment belonging to a "god" melted away like snow and ice. The emotions and spirit of a "human" returned to the depths of her eyes!
She... was back! The Yao Yao who blushed at Mo Lin's teasing, worried for her daughter, and bickered with her sisters had temporarily suppressed her divinity and returned!
Memories flooded into her mind like a burst dam—Mo Lin's sudden appearance, that domineering, irresistible embrace, the pressure that had nearly kneaded her into his body, and that... that deep, lingering kiss! Along with the countless stunned, shocked, disbelieving gazes all around them!
"Ah!" Yao Yao instinctively let