"A few months ago was my eighteenth birthday."
Ye Xiao casually said while playing a game.
"Fairy Sister, you really make jokes. What eighteen? You mean one hundred and eighty, right?"
Lian Jie could hardly believe that this big shot, who even knew the ancient Art of the Contract, was an eighteen-year-old girl.
"I'm not joking. Do I look like I'm one hundred and eighty years old?"
Ye Xiao's expression suddenly darkened. No matter the age, girls don't like it when someone says they look old, especially those with a psychological age of over nine thousand. The older they get, the more they like to act young.
"Immortal, you really have a problem with your eyes. You treat her like a high being, yet she's just a young lady of tender eighteen. How about that, stunned, aren't you?"
Sitting in the car, Lian Yu laughed.
"I might be stunned, but I'm better off than you. Right now, you're the slave of Fairy Sister, Little Yama. You'll have a rough time ahead."
