Dù Biān took off his hat, revealing a striking, chiseled face. His purple lips gave him an aura of wicked charm, and the Zhuì Xiān beside him gazed at him with infatuation. Dù Biān frowned. "Focus on your cultivation. If it weren't for the fact that you saved her life, I wouldn't have taken you in."
Weiwei watched them with gossipy curiosity, her eyes darting inquiringly between the two. Cultivation was simply too tedious, after all, and she always needed some interesting gossip to pass the time—especially since she spent all day immersed in the gentle embrace of her husband Wuchen, practically melting into sweetness.
Dù Biān met Weiwei’s inquisitive gaze with a helpless sigh and shook his head, wondering how on earth his senior brother had ever fathered such a mischievous sprite. He gazed out into the dark night sky, a tender smile curving the corners of his mouth as a certain ethereal figure flashed into his mind.
Chapter 115