Lady Three opened her eyes.0

Indeed, their foreheads had originally been pressed together, but at some point, they had separated. Zhao Changhe’s head had instinctively shifted downward, seeking comfort, and was now nestled against her chest.0

They say that the stuff you put in your mouth either tastes bad or it gets you fat, and if it does neither, then it’s addictive. Zhao Changhe’s mouth seemed to have discovered something of the third kind. His eyes were closed, and he was even making a contented noise.0

Lady Three’s eyes flashed with a dangerous glint. She raised her slender hand and delivered a sharp slap.0

In his soul sea, her yin spirit did the same, smacking the little misty figure in perfect synchronization.1

The little figure was sent tumbling from the blow, completely stunned as the Lady Three’s yin spirit vanished right after slapping him.0

Zhao Changhe, too, awoke to find Lady Three glaring at him furiously. She asked, “Does it taste good?”1

Zhao Changhe cautiously rolled away to the side, only to find himself crashing into the octopus’ jelly-like body. He was instantly bounced back and landed on top of Lady Three again.1

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