Just when Dugu Jiaoyue was getting angry, Liu Mang glanced around the garden. It was not small and well-maintained.
What's more, the spiritual energy here at Qingyun Immortal Gate was extremely abundant. Not only did the disciples benefit from it, but even the flowers and plants grew more lush than elsewhere.
The pavilion was situated on high ground, affording a view of most of the garden. Beyond the pavilion, it was all flowers and trees, very serene.
Gazing out, Liu Mang provocatively said, "Little wife, look at this place. The environment is so nice. If we were to get intimate in the garden, no one would definitely discover us."
Liu Mang's words brought a blush to Dugu Jiaoyue's cheeks, and she glared at him fiercely, "Who's going to get intimate with you in my family's garden? And what's this 'little wife' nonsense? Do you really think I, Dugu Jiaoyue, am destined to be someone's 'little wife'?"
"Or maybe 'little darling'?"
"I really want to slap you dead!"
