Ye Ling, who was kneading the Saintess, gritted his teeth in pain from the slap delivered by Han Qingxin. Then, he viciously turned his head; however, he instantly switched to a full-faced smile after recognizing her.
"What's up, wifey?" Ye Ling said with an ingratiating smile.
Han Qingxin's face immediately flushed with embarrassment, "Scram! Who's your wife!"
"You are, my dear, you're the one I've chosen," Ye Ling grinned, revealing his teeth. The relationship between him and Han Qingxin was still quite elusive; indeed, both had that certain interest in each other but had yet to come clean about it.
"Stop babbling nonsense here! Tell me, why are you flirting with other women in front of me!" Han Qingxin gritted her teeth and yelled angrily.
Ye Ling was taken aback for a moment, "Yo, are you jealous? Rest assured, darling, I was just teaching her a lesson. How could I flirt with other women in front of you? I wouldn't dare even if you lend me the courage."
