Tingtian Ao returned to mid-air with a large lump having formed on his head.
He was utterly despondent and didn't dare to approach Ao Shuying's side any longer.
Keeping a safe distance of over three hundred zhang, Tingtian Ao finally muttered, "He's already your Wangfu, and you still don't want to marry? Isn't it better to pierce this window paper? Li Xuan has had no reaction for over two years. He's obviously playing hard to get. Lord, you can relax; the chance of him rejecting you is less than ten percent. He must be overjoyed—"
Ao Shuying bit her lower lip, feeling too embarrassed to suppress it: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
With a flick of her tail, she sent Tingtian Ao flying a thousand zhang away, like kicking a cuju, into the distance of the sky.
However, after Ao Shuying flicked her tail, she realized that Tingtian Ao wasn't as resilient as her brothers and sisters; he couldn't take too much tossing around.
