If it wasn't for the fact that her strength had already reached the Innate Late Stage, and her physique was unlike that of ordinary women, she probably wouldn't have been able to withstand Ye Luo's tempestuous lashing.
After venting, Ye Luo leaned against the headboard with Ling Qingya lying in his arms, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with love, exuding the rich charm of a young matron, elegant yet filled with allure.
"You really are an untamed bull, I just can't handle you anymore."
Ling Qingya said feebly.
"Is that so? Then that can only mean I'm very manly."
Ye Luo said with a smile, his gaze falling on Ling Qingya, "Wife, I have a gift for you!"
"A gift? What kind of gift?"
Ling Qingya looked puzzled, not quite catching on.
With a wave of his hand, Ye Luo took out the seven-colored necklace he had acquired in Macau for three billion from within the Lingyun Sword.
"Wow, it's so beautiful!"
