Luo Qian thought he had misheard: he could distinctly hear lip-smacking! "Smack, smack, that tastes wonderful! Hmm, there's something unusual about this stone. Wait, let me digest it..." Luo Qian said, "Take your time."
He left in such a hurry because Feng Feitian had returned. The great lady of the Saint Realm had transformed into a warrior woman, her gleaming armor and the red plume on her helmet trembling in the wind like a dancing flame. Luo Qian swallowed. Damn, who designed that armor? It's too damn tempting! Curves in all the right places—how is that battle armor? It's a uniform fetish, plain and simple!
The sound of Luo Qian gulping made Feng Feitian smile. For most women, perhaps the greatest success was not making a name for themselves, but having their husbands look at them with ravenous impatience every single time. Luo Qian spread his arms with a grin. "Come on, it's been ages. Give me a hug!" He shot Nangong Jue a look, but Nangong Jue did not react at all. The man's potential as a third wheel was surely among the highest in the Saint Realm.
"Boss, why do you keep making faces at me?" Nangong Jue had no idea what Luo Qian meant. Luo Qian gritted his teeth. "Your Excellency Nangong Jue, shining for love means shining in your own love story. If you shine in someone else's, you're either the other man or a third wheel. Understand?" If Nangong Jue still failed to understand, he truly belonged on the scrap heap of idiots—or incandescent bulbs.
He slunk to his feet and crept out with his tail between his legs. "I'll go shine with Die Shang..."
At last, with the third wheel gone, Luo Qian closed his eyes and held Feng Feitian tight. He buried his