"Saintess, why did you agree to him just now?!"
"This guy has a wife at home and still thinks about women outside, he's a complete scumbag!"
After breakfast, Liu Su pulled Qiu Zhihe into the bedroom and asked her softly.
Just now, that black-hearted man made such an absurd request, yet the Saintess agreed outright, totally baffling Liu Su.
Qiu Zhihe glanced outside and said indifferently, "I am not truly married to him; he's only a tool for me to restore my cultivation. Why should I compete with other female cultivators for a man?"
"Not at all!" Liu Su said anxiously,
"But in name, this guy is your husband, and you have... consummated the marriage. If this bastard really marries that Mo Xiaolan someday..."
"Would he dare?" Qiu Zhihe's gaze was cold and fierce.
Liu Su froze, her mouth twitching.
Who said she wouldn't get jealous just now?
Qiu Zhihe quickly regained her calm, her voice cold:
