When Beiting Huang heard the last part, she shouted in anger and pounced on Yan Ye. She pushed him onto the chaise longue and pinned Yan Ye's hand on the top of his head with one hand, while her other hand tore at Yan Ye's clothes crazily. "You bastard, how dare you say that about me? I want to see how good your figure is. Is it the legendary eight-pack, seductive lines…"
The atmosphere in the room was about to explode. In the courtyard, after Qiong Qi left, Bai Ze and the other two were still guarding it. The cultivators had sharp ears and eyes, and Beiting Huang's voice was especially loud. It was difficult not to hear her.
The three of them tilted their heads and looked over at the house. The light and shadow hit the white screen window, and the three of them could clearly see what the two of them were doing from the shadows.
