"If it's true, then I suppose I'll have to personally discipline my husband~" Zhu Nanzhi's right hand formed a loose grip, and Zhan Ming appeared in her hand: "Refined into a Sword Spirit, a proper... training, hehe~"
"..."
Mu Qingyue felt she had completely overthought things. Zhu Nanzhi was calm and composed because she had prepared a 'backup plan', which made her trust her junior brother at this moment.
Zhu Nanzhi looked at Mu Qingyue: "If it really is like that, then how about we collaborate, you and I?
After all, you've also had some improper thoughts about him, right?"
Mu Qingyue felt a twinge of excitement—the idea of her junior brother, transformed into a Sword Spirit and experiencing grievances with Nanzhi, only to return and vent those frustrations with her, his senior sister... it sounded quite appealing.
Noticing her changing expression, Zhu Nanzhi chuckled softly: "Of course, you don't have to answer right away. I'll be waiting for your good news."
