Lin Xiaosu lifted his hand and grabbed Fu Fu: "The weather is nice today, let's go out for a stroll!"
The two of them took a step and broke through the air, landing on the Zhu river.
Today, the Zhu river was vast and boundless.
A dense fog rose, obscuring the mountains and the city of Fuyao behind them.
Fu Fu reverted to her morning self on the bed, charmingly snuggling into Lin Xiaosu's embrace, looking up at him: "Brother Su, I think you are truly amazing, why is it that no matter what, you always seem so godly?"
"Because I'm Fu Fu's husband, if I weren't a bit magical, I couldn't keep this little spirit in line."
"You haven't succeeded yet, Brother Su. I want... I want you to succeed soon." The little spirit was causing trouble in his arms again.
You speak as if I don't want to!
But in this world, there's always a "but"...
Lin Xiaosu hugged her tightly, stretching his legs comfortably in the air.
