Ye Qianming sat upright on the honored seat in the main hall, his gaze slightly lowered, deep and abyss-like.
"Luo Qi..."
He felt the warm touch coming from his lips.
During this period, his lips often felt this kind of warm and soft sensation.
It was a feeling both unfamiliar and intimate.
Ye Qianming knew it was that woman kissing his subsoul again.
That woman, whenever she faced him, would either run or escape.
The only time she behaved was when he went to the Tianyu Empire to capture her, during the instance she thought he was unaware of her identity.
Now, facing his subsoul, she would kiss and hug freely.
At this thought, Ye Qianming snorted coldly.
Only now did he somewhat believe Luo Qingtong's previous remarks—that wishing he were weaker wasn't insincere.
Did she genuinely hope he was weaker so that she could do as she pleased with him?
With this in mind, Ye Qianming's mood greatly improved, and the previous frustration faded away.
