[Fire-type Spiritual Root Aptitude +4] x 38
"It's all your fault. I just took a shower and got dirty again."
Wen Zhiyun lay flat on the bed and panted slightly. She turned her head to look at the instigator beside her. Her alluring face, which was like a ripe peach, was filled with complaints.
The more she thought about Chen An's behavior, the angrier she became. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She could not help but raise her right leg angrily and kick Chen An.
"Do you have to do this?" Chen An rubbed the back of his waist that had been kicked. He looked at Wen Zhiyun and said, "If you break my waist, you'll have to be a widow in the future."
"Then it's better to break it with a kick. Otherwise, we sisters will be tortured by you every day." Wen Zhiyun snorted.
