With alluring clefts on either side, dark abysses that devoured the soul, Ye Qifeng dared not move a muscle. He sat as stiff as a wooden chicken.
Fortunately, the three girls seemed to know where to draw the line. After a round of open rivalry and covert sparring, they soon settled down on their own.
Their Asura Field looked intense, but it was actually relatively harmonious. There was no need to fight to the death, nor had things spiraled out of control.
That put Ye Qifeng considerably more at ease.
A little squabbling was harmless. It could even add some fun and help maintain their relationships. Expressing their negative emotions was better than pretending not to care while secretly scheming against one another.
Otherwise, if they refused to have anything to do with one another for the rest of their lives, or even became enemies, his household would probably never know peace.
Besides, these were not the only women at home. There was also his first wife, his second wife, his little wife...
After successfully defeating Dugu Yan and seizing the prime spot she had occupied, Huo Wu asserted her claim like a proud fiery peacock. Then she turned back and leaned toward Ye Qifeng's ear, her breath fragrant as orchids.
"Feng, look who I brought to see you."
As she spoke, she pointed at Shui Bing'er, who stood gracefully before them.
Shui Bing'er's expression was somewhat blank. She was still immersed in the shocking spectacle of Huo Wu battling Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling, and had yet to come back to her senses.
"Bing'er, you're here too."
Ye Qifeng gave an awkward smile.
He had wanted to raise a hand in greeting, but his arms were trapped in the deep clefts on either side, leaving him unable to move.