After lunch, Shen Qingqiu came downstairs in a Training Uniform.
A black, short-sleeved compression shirt paired with matching trousers outlined every contour of his figure.
Looking at Shen Qingqiu, Jiang Lan felt his mouth go a little dry.
He looked far too good.
Don't ogle. Don't ogle.
Jiang Lan took a deep breath.
Shen Qingqiu smiled and said,
"Let's go."
"Okay." Jiang Lan nodded and went out with Shen Qingqiu.
Along the way, they walked with their fingers interlaced, like a couple who had been together for ages.
Shen Qingqiu turned his head to glance at Jiang Lan.
"Don't go easy on me later."
Jiang Lan smiled and nodded. "Don't worry."
That was what he said, but he was making calculations inwardly.
Shen Qingqiu was now in late-stage Gang Condensation. Although his combat strength wasn't weak, the gap between them was still absurdly large.
If Jiang Lan didn't suppress his strength, a casual punch might kill his aunt outright.
So there was no way he could avoid going easy on him.
He still had to suppress his strength.
Probably... bringing it down to the level of Peak Condensed Astral Force should do.
That would let Shen Qingqiu feel the pressure without leaving him completely unable to touch Jiang Lan.
Yep. Perfect.
A little while later, they arrived at a private Training Room.
Shen Qingqiu quickly got into the zone, drawing a narrow-bladed short saber from his waist.
He had been using this saber ever since his time in the Salvage Team.
Seeing Shen Qingqiu go straight for his blade made Jiang Lan's eyelid twitch.
"Trying to murder your husband?"
At that, Shen Qingqiu's pretty face flushed slightly, and then he rolled his eyes.
"Murder, my ass. I can't even hurt you."
"Heh."
Jiang Lan smiled, stood in the middle of