Not long afterward, in the living room.
Nangong Ye sat in a chair, looking straight ahead. She had already changed into the Black-and-White Daoist Robe and set the White Jade Crown atop her head, regaining the air of a sword immortal without feelings or desires, as though she had merely weathered a trivial bit of wind and frost on her cultivation journey.
Linghu Qingmo still had not recovered. He sat beside her with his head lowered, staring at the tips of his shoes, saying nothing and barely daring to breathe.
Bu Yuehua sat opposite them with a rather peculiar look in her eyes, glancing from one to the other. There was no telling what she was thinking.
Upstairs, Xie Jinhuan pretended to tidy up while secretly drawing out his pink, tender-looking, black-hearted wife and whispering:
"My dear big sister, were you teasing me on purpose? You could pull off that trick of returning them to their places from a distance, so how could you possibly be unable to perform Divine Soul Returning to Its Place? Were you planning to wait until the next time I drilled Big Ice Lump, switch Qingmo back over, and then..."
Ye Hongshang leaned against the headboard with her arms folded across her chest. Watching Xie Jinhuan make a show of straightening the bed, she shrugged slightly.
"What else? Without my help, with that ostrich temperament of Big Ice Lump's, when did you expect master and disciple to meet bare-chested? If I hadn't wanted to give things a push, I would have switched them back that very day. If you don't find it fun, I won't help you anymore."
Xie Jinhuan did find it fun, but this was a little too exciting.
"Everything needs a process. Doing it this way is a bit much for my