"Hmph!" Yue Shen was finally a little satisfied. She gave a proud, victorious snort through her nose.
She carefully put away the Divine Core, then climbed off Zhao Linchuan and walked barefoot to the vanity, her snow-white feet padding across the floor.
Looking at herself in the mirror—hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, springlike desire and lingering irritation still in her eyes—she pursed her lips and bossily ordered the Zhao Linchuan in the reflection:
"Come here! Do my hair! If you don't do it well, what I promised you earlier... is off!"
How could she not understand by now?
Yan Fei probably hadn't agreed to that outrageous thing at all. The whole story was something this rascal had made up to trick her!
But... on second thought, when he'd come into possession of such a tremendous boon, the first person he'd thought to give it to was her, not Yan Fei.
That "favoritism" had melted away much of the little irritation she felt at being deceived. It even left a sweet feeling in her heart.
Fine. For the sake of this God-King Grade Divine Core, and his "good intentions," she would... indulge those little, embarrassing proclivities of his for the time being.
A married couple had to have a little fun and make a few compromises, didn't they?
Zhao Linchuan resignedly got up, picked up the jade comb that had fallen to the floor, and went to stand behind her. He gently began combing her long hair, which flowed like a purple waterfall.
In the mirror, the two of them appeared together: the man focused and tender, the woman haughty, but with the corners of her mouth curled up.
"Wife," Zhao Linchuan murmured as he combed her hair. "Actually... I still prefer the old you—the aloof, haughty, mysterious Yue Shen, who seemed