Immortal Herbs, Who's Stronger: Prison Gold or Prison Silver?

When Gu Chen slowly woke from sleep, he could still feel the heavy weight in his arms, as well as the two towering masses pressing against his chest.

They were undoubtedly "ridges from the front, peaks from the side, varying in height from near and far."

So he chose not to open his eyes and went right back to sleep.

But before long, a tingling, itchy sensation came from his lips. Gu Chen opened his eyes helplessly, only what he saw was not Gu Yuena's loving gaze.

It was a fiery-red pupil.

At that moment, the little one was holding a cactus and pressing it against his face.

This thing should also count as an immortal-grade herb.

What was it called again...

Qiankun Immortal Cactus. That seemed to be the name.

Its attributes were a total mess, and basically no one had any use for it, so he had given it to Jia Lin as a toy.

This thing couldn't possibly break Gu Chen's skin, so all it gave him was that tingling itch.

"Father," Jia Lin called, directly wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Jia Lin, huh." Gu Chen nearly laughed from exasperation. He had thought Gu Yuena was about to go another round with him, but it turned out to be this little thing.

But he could also feel the person in his arms tremble slightly the moment the little one called him Father.

This is all your fault, you little milk bun.

Great. Now look what happened.

Gu Yuena's head also emerged from beneath the quilt. As the covers slipped down, they revealed her snow-white, fragrant shoulders. She reached out and pulled the little one into her arms, but she seemed to have forgotten that she was not wearing clothes at the moment. The motion directly exposed