Feng Jiuqing blinked and smiled softly. "Why don't you hurry up and comfort her?
Otherwise, the little girl really will get angry."
In response, Qin Jiuge shamelessly plopped down beside Feng Jiuqing and continued, "One of them has left, but isn't my wife still here?
Besides, who in this world doesn't know that my wife is the most capable? So you'll definitely come through safely, right?"
Feng Jiuqing would not be so easily sweet-talked by Qin Jiuge's few flattering words.
She smiled sweetly, but her words remained perfectly reasonable. "It has been hard on you. Not only do you have to look after the Human Race and mind Feng Ming's temperament, but now you've even come all this way specifically to coax me. Worthy indeed of the Tian Xuan Faction's Supreme, the Human Race's renowned master of time management. There truly are few who can rival such ability."
At this moment, Feng Jiuqing smiled lightly. Her level seemed to be getting higher and higher, to the point that Qin Jiuge could no longer quite tell whether she was being sincere or sarcastic.
After all, the two of them had spent too little time together lately. It was entirely understandable that Qin Jiuge had begun to find Feng Jiuqing somewhat unfamiliar.
Qin Jiuge gently took Feng Jiuqing's soft hand. The two of them lingered affectionately together, enjoying the warmth of a reunion that made a brief parting feel like a fresh wedding. After all, they were properly wed, with a genuine and rightful bond.
After a spell of tenderness, the barrier between them—seemingly there and yet seemingly not—truly vanished.
Qin Jiuge smiled, and more than half the weight in his heart immediately lifted.
A great deal of affection also seemed to stir within Feng Jiuqing's almond-shaped brows.
Matters between a man