Su Qiubai spun around at the sound, her vision instantly filled with white.
At some point, Lin Heng had come right up behind her, practically face-to-face, yet she had been completely unaware.
"Lin Heng!"
"When did you get here? Do you know you could scare someone to death?" Su Qiubai hurriedly rose from her chair.
Lin Heng raised a brow and smiled. "I've never heard of a Nascent Soul Cultivator being scared to death, unless there's a guilty conscience at work."
"Hmph..." Su Qiubai gave a soft snort, then suddenly realized something. "What did you just call me?"
"Wife..."
"(ノ｀Д)ノGet lost! Shameless bastard! Who's your wife..." Su Qiubai's reaction time seemed a beat slower than everyone else's; only now did she start cursing him out.
Lin Heng stood immovable as a mountain against her shoves. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it hard, making her frown in pain.
"Ow, ow, let go... what are you doing~~"
"Young ladies shouldn't use foul language. People will think you weren't properly raised. Back in my hometown, when men and women were close, they called each other wife and husband like this."
"(｀□′)Do you think we're close enough for that?"
"I think we're beyond friends. We're only separated by that last thin membrane, aren't we?" Lin Heng said something utterly shocking.
Yet Su Qiubai looked like a foolish little girl, staring at him in confusion. "What membrane?"
"Uh... never mind. Forget it if you don't understand!"
"Hey! Don't be so inexplicable. If you came here to provoke me, shouldn't you make yourself clear?"
Lin Heng released her hand, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked to a chair nearby. After sitting down and crossing one leg over the other, he said, "It's nothing. I just came to visit you and Su Wanyue.
(*╯3╰)After