Apart from Ye Wei's laughter, the conference hall was silent. When they heard her carefree laughter, they could not help but imagine their celibate second master becoming a beast under the sheets. Truth is, these pushed the imagination of those geriatrics to the limit as nobody could imagine Mo Jue becoming a beast under the sheets.
It was even more so for people who knew him from back to back. They found it exceptionally hard to imagine it.
Ye Wei looked at everybody around the conference hall and cursed in her heart. Those old perverts' looks gave them away. That was the effect she wanted.
She seemed to have suppressed Mo Jue's temper. As a matter of fact, Mo Jue was a rare good man; at least Ye Wei felt so in a few areas. As long as she made no mention of leaving him, he would completely yield to her to the point she could have her way with him and he would be willing to do something silly—all these for want of her staying.
