"Elder Chu, now that your husband is dead, are you willing to be my woman?"
"Yi Wushuang, do you dare to go back on your word?" Qi Zhiyuan's white hair rose to the sky, his tone calm and indifferent. In fact, he had long considered this possibility.
Only, for Chu Zhihe, even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he was unwilling to give up.
"Elder Qi, please stay calm. After all, this woman once followed me, Yi Wushuang. If we let her go like this, won't people laugh at Yi Wushuang for being impotent?"
Lu Chengfeng wore a lewd grin on his face, "Anyway, you've already cast a spell on this woman's body. I can't really take her body, so why not lend her to me to play with for a few days, and I'll return her to you?"
As he spoke, he pulled hard on the chandelier, asking in a fierce tone: "Sweet darling, tell me, who is your husband now?"
"You, it's you, you are my husband, my master." Chu Zhihe's body cooperated with him obediently, even moving closer, pressing tightly against him.
