Hmm?
What is this guy saying?
Chen Ye only now realized with a belated awareness that he felt a chill.
Just by looking, he could guess what had transpired in the past few days.
Chen Ye's expression suddenly became somewhat awkward.
This is simply... utterly ridiculous!
Yet he couldn't lash out, and had to suppress his complex emotions, grabbing the dark robe scattered on the side and draping it over himself. His movements were a bit stiff as he tightened the belt, concealing those ambiguous marks on his body.
"Thank you, Divine Son, for the grace of protecting the Way these past half-months. This fortune, Chen will remember in heart."
He sat up straight, formally cupped his hands, trying to steer the topic back on track.
"Hmph, just a phrase 'remember in heart' and you want to dismiss Jiaming?"
Qin Jiaming pouted, the girl leaned in, her small face resting on his shoulder, and whispered softly,
