At that moment, Hong Taihe suddenly felt a strong impulse to take this woman away and fly high with her, leaving all thoughts of a royal path or domination behind.
Yet, as a supreme genius, he immediately suppressed such impulses after a shiver.
He was astonished at how this woman could be such a calamity, stirring desires in him upon sight and burning like a flame, as if he would turn to ashes if he couldn't have her.
But, his mother-instructor?
This beautiful, young woman was to be his future mother-instructor?
To think, Xiao Bo was over two hundred years old and was sprouting new branches?
"Miss Chen," Hong Taihe did not rashly refer to her as his mother-instructor, greeting her with a bow instead.
Chen Ling didn't mind; she just revealed a charming smile, "Your master is changing his clothes, he will be ready soon."
Damn, they were close enough to change clothes in front of each other?
Hong Taihe grimaced inwardly, had his master truly fallen?
