Lin Fan grinned, utterly unfazed. As he looked at the tall, exquisite body before him, her skin flushed with shame and anger, a hint of amusement rose within him.
"What's there to hide? It'll happen sooner or later anyway. Wife, you need to get used to it ahead of time. There'll be even more intimate things in the future." He spoke with shameless confidence, not treating himself as an outsider in the slightest.
"You..." Yue Chan was furious, her chest heaving and her breathing rapid as she hid in the great cauldron, nearly dying of shame and anger.
Was that even something a human being would say? How could he be so vulgar, without the slightest bearing of a successor or heavenly prodigy?
Even if they were betrothed, they had not become Dao companions yet. Their future was still uncertain. Shouldn't he avert his eyes?
"Wife, don't get too worked up. It wouldn't be good to make yourself sick with anger. I don't have any spare Treasure Medicine to treat you." Lin Fan laughed.
Yue Chan trembled with fury and pointed at him indignantly, almost fainting.
With a whoosh, she seized the clothes nearby with divine power and quickly pulled them on, concealing her perfect curves.
"This isn't over between us! Get over here and let me beat you up!" Yue Chan shouted, while the rustle of her dressing came from inside the cauldron.
Yet Lin Fan sighed. "Wife, your level of understanding is lacking. As cultivators, how can we transcend and reach the highest heights if we still care so much about the flesh?"
Yue Chan nearly went mad at his words, her teeth itching with hatred. She truly wanted to drag him over and beat him, the kind of pounding that would leave him dead.
No matter what