Xiao Yan's hand froze at his side.
Then, helplessly, he reached for Xiao Yi Xian's waist.
Her waist was slender, small enough to fit comfortably in his hands.
A slender waist like that could be clasped in both hands; lifting her up would increase attack speed and critical damage.
To hold a man's heart firmly in her grasp, a woman had to know when to tighten her grip and when to loosen it—to let him eat without ever feeding him his fill.
Xiao Yi Xian understood this well, so she let Xiao Yan have his way for the moment, just as she let his hand wander over her waist.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" Watching his foolish son with a girl in each arm, Xiao Zhan, a widower himself, suffered ten thousand points of critical damage. He simply couldn't bear to watch anymore.
He curled his hand into a fist, held it to his mouth, and coughed softly.
He raised an eyebrow at Xiao Yan, signaling, You little brat, at least rein yourself in a bit for your old man.
I'm a widower, and your own father at that. Tormenting me like this isn't right. Heaven will punish you for it.
"Yan'er, come with me. I have something to discuss with you."
With that, Xiao Zhan turned and headed toward the Ancestral Hall.
Hearing that his father wanted to speak to him, Xiao Yan reluctantly released Xiao Yi Xian and Gu Xun'er, then followed Xiao Zhan into the clan's Ancestral Hall.
Once inside, Xiao Zhan kicked a kneeling cushion over to Xiao Yan, then took out some incense to offer to the ancestors enshrined in the Ancestral Hall.
Xiao Yan smacked his lips, then knelt on the cushion.
Facing the rows of Xiao Clan ancestral tablets, he rather reluctantly kowtowed a few