Ai Changyuan's behavior this time was indeed too exaggerated, exaggerated to the point where everyone felt it was absurd. The Nascent Soul from the Heavenly Book Tower, who had just been speaking pleasantly with him, immediately darkened his face and scolded, "Young Master Ai, watch your words. Do you know who you are speaking to?"
"I don't care who he is! Anyway, being touched by him would definitely be worse than death. Rather than being touched by him and contracting that unforgivable curse, I would prefer death!" Ai Changyuan roared hysterically.
Wu Shiqin, however, revealed a hint of amusement in her expression, her tone carrying a bit of sarcasm, "You speak as if this old man is some sort of pervert... including me as well, does he not discriminate between men and women?"
