Qin Ye nearly couldn’t suppress the urge to give Arthis two tight slaps across the cheeks - Oppa?! Are you seriously calling him oppa?!

Forget it… I guess this is what happens when older women meet the idol of their dreams. This is a price I’ve got to pay for having Zhao Yun around… But before Qin Ye could even go on in that train of thought, Arthis began to march down the aisle towards Zhao Yun, just like she was waltzing down the catwalk, twisting her waist and striking elegant poses.

Zhao Yun froze in shock.

He searched through his mind - Who’s this supposed to be? My record is rather clean. After all, I’d only been intimately engaged with the same few women in the past, so… who exactly is this?!

Just then, Arthis’ heels snapped, and she stumbled midway through her catwalk.

Qin Ye watched coldly as a certain silicone doll began to make her play.

Zhao Yun instinctively stepped forward, reaching out his hand at once, “You are…?”

At once, Arthis fell right straight into his embrace, and she clutched tightly at his bulging biceps and nestled her head into his muscular bosom, revealing a look of great contentment, “It’s fine if you don’t remember me… but there weren’t many survivors back then, and to the best of my memory, I was the only female Emissary of Hell around…”

Qin Ye: ?!?!?!

Sister, you’re playing a dangerous game over here…

“Enough is enough!” Qin Ye rolled his eyes at her and took his seat at the desk, “How’s the situation been over the last few months--...”

But before he could even go on, he was promptly interrupted...