"The flesh on Xiaoyu's cheeks is all grown by me." Yan Wen's face was calm, but his tone was slightly provocative. "I don't know how you can tell that he's lost weight."
"...Yanwen." Wen Liyu interrupted him, paused, and bit her lower lip in annoyance, "You...I'll take you to the side hall to rest."
After she finished speaking, she wanted to go down, but Wen Yan hugged her around the waist.
"Master, he... I have to settle him first." Wen Liyu explained, "He is a guest."
"Guest?" Yan Wen asked back, "Xiao Yu, am I just your guest?"
Wen Liyu's body stiffened. Thinking of the days when she was being held down and trained, her cheeks immediately flushed. She stammered, unable to utter a word, "..."
Her look made Wen Yan's face turn cold. Ever since Yan Wen took the initiative to cut off contact with the main body more than a month ago, Wen Yan had no way to get any information about his apprentice.
The occasional mood swings gave him an idea of what was happening.
They are the same person, and you can understand Yan Wen's thoughts with a little thought.
Yan Wen was just dissatisfied with the fact that Xiaoyu only liked Wen Yan. He wanted to know what would happen if Yan Wen and Xiaoyu developed feelings for each other after being together for a long time.
It’s just a matter of who Xiaoyu will choose in the end.
Wen Yan shook his head and laughed at his own childish thoughts.
“…Daoist companion.”
Wen Liyu's trembling voice stunned Immortal Wen Yan.
"Yan Wen is not a guest, he is... a fellow Taoist." Wen Liyu's face and eyes were red, her body was trembling slightly, but her words were very certain.
Wen Yan: “…”
With a "crack", the armrest of the legendary Fusang sacred tree, one gram of which is worth ten thousand gold coins, cracked.
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