"Huff—huff—"
Lin Wan felt as though she could no longer move even a single finger.
"Why do I feel like you're getting stronger and stronger?"
Feeling Lu Zheng's warm, large hand, Lin Wan shifted her body, making it easier for him to move and easier for herself to enjoy.
"I don't want to move at all..."
"Hehe, can't be helped. Your husband is just this formidable." Lu Zheng laughed.
His Dao Comprehension had now surpassed a thousand years. He also cultivated the True Dragon martial path and drank Red Centipede Immortal Spleen Wine from time to time. His combat power had long since burst through the roof. Even when Liu Qingyan and Shen Ying joined forces, they were at a disadvantage, only occasionally managing to force a draw.
Not to mention Lin Wan. Her current cultivation was only comparable to Wang Xiaowan's. If she did not also cultivate martial arts for protection, she would not have been able to withstand even Lu Zheng's first two rounds.
So although Lin Wan often took the initiative to launch an attack, she was usually the first to admit defeat in the end.
"Why don't you bring those two little wives of yours over?" Lin Wan teased. "I feel like I can't hold up alone anymore."
Lu Zheng raised a brow. "Really?"
Lin Wan's eyes widened. "There really are?"
Lu Zheng's heart skipped a beat. He immediately made to roll over and press down on her, and Lin Wan decisively called for a truce. "Fine, there are. Let's talk first."
Lin Wan gave Lu Zheng a slap. "What did you just tell me?"
At the height of the battle just now, Lin Wan vaguely remembered Lu Zheng saying something to her, but she had not taken in a single word.
"He Feixiang. Do you