"What's the matter? Don't you know what you did wrong?"
Ye Qingqing glared at Chen Feng.
"What did I do?"
Chen Feng was even more confused.
"You shouldn't have touched my head. Without my permission, you can't make such an indecent gesture."
Ye Qingqing spoke sternly.
"You are really strange," Chen Feng said with exasperation. "On one hand, you say you love me and even call me husband, but on the other, you flip out over me touching your head—are you insane?"
"You're the one who's insane," Ye Qingqing said. "Not letting you touch is to protect you, you fool."
"What do you mean?"
Chen Feng was baffled again.
Ye Qingqing gave Chen Feng a contemptuous look and said, "I am at the Saint Realm, and since you have not reached the Saint Realm, touching my head is an act of disrespect towards a Saint, something that Heavenly Dao does not allow, oh, be careful or you might get struck by lightning."
