"Of course, I've thought about it all." Lu Jin'an smiled as he held onto her snow-white, graceful waist, and they walked toward the kitchen together: "It's all such a feast for the eyes."
Zhu Nanzhi glared at him playfully: "Even if that's the case, husband, don't let your hand keep sliding down, or else..."
"Or else what?"
"Or else I will swallow you~"
Zhu Nanzhi wrinkled her delicate nose, provoking a burst of laughter from Lu Jin'an: "I thought my little wife wanted to refine me into a Sword Spirit."
"There's no chance for that." Zhu Nanzhi placed the chicken and duck on the cutting board: "Unless husband gives me a chance?"
"Then I might as well refine you into the sword scabbard's Sword Spirit."
Lu Jin'an playfully teased while leaning against the door frame.
Zhu Nanzhi blinked, pondering for a moment before a realization dawned: "Indeed, to refine me, it would have to be the sword scabbard, but..."
