Hearing Qin Gengyun's words, Qiu Zhihe's round little face became even redder. She quickly withdrew her hand from his grasp and said coldly:
"Don't even think about it!"
Qin Gengyun was taken aback, then quickly understood that Qiu Zhihe thought he wanted to light candles and work with her?
He hurriedly explained, "Taoist Friend Qiu, that's not what I meant. I just want to know more about your past and talk more with you."
It was only then that Qiu Zhihe understood his meaning, and her charming face turned even redder. She turned over, her cool voice carrying a tinge of embarrassment and annoyance:
"I don't want to talk about it."
Qin Gengyun moved his body closer to her and said gently:
"Taoist Friend Qiu, you can easily bring out a fine bronze furnace, cultivate so many high-quality spirit grasses, and even have a storage bag, yet you choose to marry me, a low-level loose cultivator."
"I am grateful but also uneasy, which is why I want to know more about you."
