Have You Learned Nothing?

What other person could that extremely familiar voice belong to, and who else possessed such utterly unpredictable strength, if not Leng, who had disappeared for over a month?

Yan glanced up at Leng's still-raised, dainty hand, which was poised to strike again, and her cheeks flushed.

"Pervert!"

Yan directly yanked down Leng's once-again raised hand and snapped irritably.

"Are you in heat or something? If you're in heat, go find someone else! I'm not serving you!"

Seeing that Yan still dared to mouth off, Leng needed only another glance to make Yan completely submit, leaving her unable to resist.

"Getting itchy again, are you? Have you forgotten who's in charge of this household?"

This time, after personally experiencing it once more, Yan finally realized where the problem lay.

With all the grunts and huffs of an old man pushing a cart, Yan struggled under Leng's half-hearted cooperation until she finally broke free of the restraints Leng had placed on her.

Feeling Leng's aura fluctuate between unfathomable depths and something almost indistinguishable from that of an ordinary person, yet remaining completely airtight, Yan exclaimed in shock.

"What's going on?! How long has it even been? How did you get even stronger again?!"

Seeing that Yan had finally realized the problem, Leng shrugged.

"Isn't it obvious? Before, I needed to predict your moves to restrain you. Now, I only need to sweep you with a glance to keep you completely under control. Do you really need to think about it?"

"Besides, didn't I send Xiao Mo Yi over to help you? How can you say I didn't contribute?"

Seeing that Leng actually had the nerve to say that, Yan pointed at Xiao Mo Yi nearby, who was sleeping like a dead pig and was practically drooling from slacking off, and said irritably.