As a seasoned veteran, Lin Qian naturally understood Wang Qiu'er's intentions in an instant.
Ordinarily, he really would have gladly obliged and enjoyed a naked, heart-to-heart exchange with the beauty. But the problem was... they were inside the Dragon God's trial, and who knew where the Silver Dragon King was watching from!
He could accept flying wing to wing, but a live broadcast was out of the question. Lin Qian considered himself quite mindful of such things; he was not so perverted as to be utterly out of step with everyone else.
So after teasing Wang Qiu'er, Lin Qian quit while he was ahead. Without taking any further liberties, he entered the North Wind God submarine first.
This left Wang Qiu'er, who had nearly stripped and was only a step away from lying down, standing there in a daze. Her brain crashed outright, unable to understand what he was doing.
Watching that man's tall, imposing back, she felt she had never truly seen through him. Humorous yet serious, powerful yet gentle, and handsome to boot...
Several utterly different descriptions all suited him, shrouding him in another layer of fog and making him all the more elusive.
Even Lin Qian had never imagined that a casual gesture would invisibly multiply its effect, leaving an even deeper impression on Wang Qiu'er. And as time passed, it would work its influence imperceptibly, gradually growing into a prairie fire.
"The temperature here keeps swinging between hot and cold, and there are two ultimate powers, too. Are you sure the submarine can hold up?"
As they descended, Wang Qiu'er could not help asking.
Having only just come to the city from the village, she was no different from a savage. Faced with all sorts of unfamiliar things, especially more advanced Soul Tool technology, she had