Lǐ Chúnjūn seemed to have caught onto some subtle detail; his eyes narrowed slightly, and he exchanged a tacit, knowing smile with Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang also raised an eyebrow with a grin, strode over boldly, draped an arm around Lǐ Chúnjūn’s shoulder, and teased:
"Old Li, I've always had a question. You've devoted your whole life to cultivation—have you ever had any romance, or are you still an old virgin?"
Chapter 193