Ye Qinghong could not be bothered to argue with her. He simply held the Clear Shadow Sword, gazed intently at her, and said coldly.
"Master belongs to me. I am my own master's wife."
"Impossible. I've already kissed this handsome man, and I've had secret trysts with him many times. He is my husband. Look if you don't believe me."
As she spoke, Guan Qinghan flapped her wings and unleashed her power. In an instant, she appeared before Fang Yang, lowered her head, and kissed him.
This kiss was harder than the last and lasted longer, so naturally, it tasted even sweeter.
She raised her head and looked at the handsome, aloof man before her, growing ever more infatuated and ever more determined to protect her husband.
Then she lifted her chin, abruptly linked arms with Fang Yang in a show of intimacy, and openly challenged him.
"See? He's my man."
Ye Qinghong remained expressionless. Ordinarily, he would not have bothered with her, much less engaged in such childish behavior.
But now this concerned his master. He would never allow anyone to steal his master away.
And so, under Guan Qinghan's astonished gaze, he returned to Fang Yang's side as well.
Just as before, he rose onto his toes.
And gently kissed him.
His face remained cold, seemingly without a ripple of emotion, but those eyes like a cold pool had already melted completely.
His earlobes were scarlet, and even his skin trembled slightly, yet he stubbornly linked his arm through his master's other arm.
"..."
The two peerless beauties, equally icy, equally aloof, and equally unwilling to yield, stared fixedly at each other.
Guan Qinghan's white dress fluttered, almost blending into the snow. Her white pupils became whirlpools, while Ye Qinghong gripped his sword, neither willing to back down.