"But, what's up with your face? Why is it so red?"
Zhao Qingshan stared at Tang Muchuan, a bit puzzled.
"I'm worried about Xiao Chuan's situation, cried a bit."
"You're quite thoughtful..."
Zhao Qingshan's heart was stirred. Tang Muchuan's face was slightly red, her eyes moist, with a seductive charm, quite alluring.
It even stirred a bit of impulse in him, thinking whether he should take his wife right there!
Tang Muchuan immediately noticed his thoughts, startled, what if he discovered that it was still warm, then what?
Moreover, Chen Xiaobei had made her feel numb all over!
She couldn't endure it!
She quickly urged, "Aren't you going to spar with the Iron Fist Ancestor? There's only three days left, you need to hurry, there can be no mistakes in the Bishui Pond battle, Chen Xiaobei cannot survive."
"That's true..."
