"Forget about grudges, we're family now, so let's call it even." Huang Wude feigned magnanimity, waved his sleeve, and laughed away the old enmity. Then he showed me the scar on his rust-stained palm, complaining pettily, "You know, it really hurt nailing that door god, I almost drowned, us Yellow Immortals fear water the most. You're truly a femme fatale."
"Pfft~" Qing Li couldn't help but laugh out loud at Huang Wude's shameless confession.
I really couldn't be bothered with this mentally twisted Yellow Immortal, "Since you're not seeking revenge, let's chat another day, see you around."
"Dear wife, if you're not busy, would you be my date for an appointment?" Huang Wude shamelessly clung to me, even asking me to be his date.
This is like mud down the pants, embarrassing no matter how you look at it.
I awkwardly glanced at Qing Li, who wore an amused expression, making me sweat bullets, "Don't call me your wife, or else I might beat you up again! What's wrong with you!"
