"Yes."
Yan Beihan smiled.
Fang Che let out a deep sigh. The word "cultivation" was easy to say, but truly understanding it was an insurmountable gulf for ordinary people.
For example, in certain places, one would often meet people whose every word, gesture, and movement made others feel comfortable, even inspiring an unconscious urge to learn from them.
They could simply sit there in an unassuming manner and make people feel at ease. One would admire them from the bottom of one's heart and even want to befriend them. That was cultivation.
A true daughter of a great family would never deliberately put on airs of dignity, because dignity and grace were already rooted in her bones. Nor would she be frivolous or coquettish; she would never spend her life sashaying with that seductive, smoky-eyed spring breeze.
The sort who deliberately shook her chest and thrust out her buttocks would not even be trained in a brothel. Only a bawdy house would teach that.
That night, after First Wife drove him out, Lord Fang arrived at Bi Yunyan's cave abode.
As expected, Bi Yunyan had made all the preparations.
After drinking the nuptial wine, Bi Yunyan swished her hands and cast six Soundproof Barriers in succession.
Fang Che's eyes widened.
Wasn't this going a little overboard?
"Husband..." Bi Yunyan's eyes became silky with allure. "How would you like your Little Dance Girl to serve you?"
Those words were practically a spark thrown onto dry kindling.
What followed was Chief Fang enjoying himself like a pampered young lord.
Lord Fang reclined halfway on the bed with one leg crossed over the other. A small table stood beside him, laden with wine and dishes.
As Lord Fang drank, he tapped out the rhythm and watched Little Dance Girl dance.
Every so often,