Thinking of this, Chen Yi drawled, "If you're going to be one of those heartless Immortals, then it'd be better if you never became one at all."
Yin Weiyin froze for a moment at his words, a surge of bitterness rolling up from the depths of her heart. She pressed it down and said:
"If you keep frightening me like that, I won't bother with you anymore."
"If you ignore me, what will you do?" Chen Yi frowned.
She snorted lightly. "Pick a day and ascend."
"You're something, Luan Huang Yin, now turn over for me."
Chen Yi flared up on the spot, pulled Yin Weiyin by the shoulder. The lingering aftertastes of the female crown's passion had yet to fully fade; she feigned reluctance, but an arm is no match for a thigh, so in the end she had to yield to him.
The wind cooled for a spell…
