Donghuang Ziyou took a deep breath and clenched her fists.
It was fine if he didn't cultivate martial arts, but he would rather lie down than read.
Was he really going to slack off for the rest of his life?
After silently putting away the North Mystic Sutra, Donghuang Ziyou gritted her teeth. She really wanted to ask Lin Xuan a question.
Back then, he vowed to marry her. Was he going to marry her while lying down?
After a long sigh, Donghuang Ziyou was unable to say anything in the end.
She had already accepted Lin Xuan's ordinary identity and status, so why bother?
Even if she said it, she would just end up angering herself even more.
Why give herself trouble?
It was better not to say anything. She would just anger herself!
Donghuang Ziyou took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Since you're not interested, forget it."
"Yes." Lin Xuan really felt a headache when he saw these books.
