Moonlight filtered through the attic windows, which swayed gently in the wind, casting clusters of shadows.
Dan Wulan's slender eyebrows were tightly knit. She glared fiercely at Ji Nanjue, biting her lower lip so hard that her face turned deep red.
"You, you... don't think you can act so recklessly just because your cultivation is profound!"
"What right does a vixen like you have?"
"Husband, she... she hit me!"
Saying this, she subconsciously clutched the corner of the robe of the man beside her.
Yet, as the words left her mouth, even Dan Wulan herself found them strange. Why could she even say such things? But... judging by this pain, a palm print was likely to be left. In the past, whenever Su Bei had made her lie prone with similar force, it always...
Dan Wulan just couldn't swallow her anger. She stepped forward and clawed fiercely at Ji Nanjue's chest, where her clothes were pulled taut.
"TSK—"
