"So Senior Anong's henpecked. How pitiful."
Seeing Qi Anon's hypocritical expression, An Xingran gave her a sympathetic look.
"Unlike me, an eternally eighteen-year-old high school girl. I don't have to worry about marriage at all."
Qi Anon was a little annoyed by that. She snorted and shot back:
"What would a little high schooler like you know? You can't even imagine how wonderful it is to have a girlfriend."
"Don't let the way You Li acts so strict with me in front of people fool you. Her truest side only comes out in the bedroom at night, when she—ah!"
Just as she was getting carried away, a cold hand suddenly pinched the soft flesh at her waist.
She turned around and immediately met Su You Li's icy gaze.
"Esteemed Star River Heavenly Lord, I have something I'd like to discuss with you in private. Please come with me."
As she spoke, she pinched the flesh at Qi Anon's waist and dragged her away.
Before long, a howl of pain—eerily similar to Qi Hanyua's—rang out from the corner.
Guiyuan, who had witnessed the whole thing: "..."
She didn't understand what she'd seen, but she was deeply shaken!
Even in Ancient Times, Guiyuan had been considered old-fashioned among Spirit Transformation cultivators. She was a traditional sort, at the very least not someone who would consider a woman as a Dao Companion.
And yet, in the hundred thousand years since she'd last seen them, had the new generation of Spirit Transformation cultivators become this open-minded?
Could a relationship between two women really work out?
Wait, apparently it could. That little girl called Qi Hanyua seemed to be proof.
The golden-haired Girl was utterly astonished. Her gemlike eyes held a dazed look.
"Senior Guiyuan, please don't misunderstand."
Seeing the golden-haired Girl's expression grow stranger