"He won't. He already has Hong Yan." Dao Wushuang shook his head, finding the Nether Son's focus rather strange.
"Isn't it perfectly normal for the strong to have three wives and four concubines? You're the greatest of all time, so why do you share A-Fei's way of thinking?" the Nether Son said.
"Say what you came to say, and stop bringing me up." Hua Yunfei shot him a sidelong glance. How did everything somehow end up being about him?
"The world is vast. You can't expect everyone to think alike, can you?" Dao Wushuang spread his hands.
"Tell me the truth. Are you jealous? I can hear it in your voice." The Nether Son waggled his eyebrows at Dao Wushuang and chuckled. "If you like her, just say so. Nobody says the greatest of all time can't like women."
Dao Wushuang rolled his eyes. "You really have quite an imagination. Hong Yan and I are friends, and there's nothing between us."
"What a coincidence." The Nether Son pointed at Hua Yunfei. "That's what he said, too. And you didn't believe him, either."
Hua Yunfei: "..."
Dao Wushuang: "..."
"Haha."
Tianming Wuji, standing off to the side, couldn't help laughing. "Kong Xuan, are you really going to force them to admit it? I'd advise you to be careful. Push them too far, and they might beat you up."
"Just so we're clear, I can't stop those two. If you get beaten up, don't blame me for not breaking it up."
The Nether Son waved a hand, brimming with confidence. "As if. We're practically family. They wouldn't dare lay a hand on me."
Before the words had even left his mouth, a hand grabbed his pert backside.
The Nether Son stiffened from head to toe.
Then his other cheek was grabbed, too.