The sun sank in the west.
Lin Qian returned to the tent from the grove. Qian Renxue had been waiting for quite some time.
She held a cup of fragrant tea, her long, lovely legs crossed and swaying gently in the air, enough to set anyone's blood racing.
At the sight of her husband, she visibly froze. "That quick?"
She had only just checked his body. That shouldn't have happened!
Speaking of that, Lin Qian was rather frustrated himself.
Huo Wu might have seemed uninhibited, dragging him off into the grove, but she was all bluster and no substance. When the moment came, she grew shy instead and fled the battlefield.
Fortunately, Lin Qian had a strong will, and since this was their first intimate encounter, he hadn't gone too far. Their clothes were still on; a little straightening was all they needed.
Qian Renxue had trained her Fiery Golden Eyes. How could she not know that someone had failed? Her man was hers to cherish, so she stepped forward of her own accord, drew him into her arms, and comforted him tenderly.
Basking in his wife's ample embrace, Lin Qian felt a little better and pulled her over to sit on the sofa.
Qian Renxue looked utterly bashful. "Are we doing it here?"
How are you even dirtier-minded than me?
Lin Qian rapped her on the head. "What are you thinking? We're talking business!"
Qian Renxue covered her forehead and gave a soft cry. "Oh~"
Lin Qian picked up the fragrant tea. "The Finals in Spirit City are about to begin. Has our teacher, the Pontiff, given any instructions?"
"I already drank from that..."
Before Qian Renxue could finish, she watched him drain the cup in one gulp.
Lin Qian smacked his lips. "Not bad. It tastes like my