Liu Chen couldn't help imagining what it would be like if he had to stay in the deep mountains for another three years. Would he devolve to the point of only eating wild grasses? This thought made him shiver subconsciously, no, what about my beautiful wives at home who are as lovely as flowers and as charming as jade?
No, no, for the sake of his wives, he must stand his ground and not degenerate.
Zhao Chuo was left speechless by Liu Chen's words. He turned his head to look at his beloved, Xiu Qi, who was still angry at his earlier reluctance to stand up for himself. She turned her head away, ignoring Zhao Chuo.
"Brother Zhao," Liu Chen said, putting on an air of an expert from beyond this world, "when it comes to women, I understand them better than you do. You think respecting her is the same as loving her? Of course not, you need to make her feel truly happy and blessed deep inside."
