Chen Yi said, "Many men are afraid of their wives, and I'm one of them."
Yin Weiyin clenched her molars until they hurt.
She had been thinking about a tender reunion after a short separation, tears flowing as they embraced, followed by private whispers of affection, soaring passions, indulging in whatever posture he preferred. And now this was what he showed her? The more Yin Weiyin dwelled on it, the more enraged she became; the angrier she got, the more she thought about it.
Not only had he gotten entangled with some other Immortal, but they had even gotten married—and even more affectionate than he ever was with her… Yin Weiyin's eyes stung, and she nearly shed tears from anger. But she held herself back, her voice soft yet probing:
"You're saying your marriage is still quite fresh—could it be that you only just married at this age, my lord?"
