The husband never said he wanted to be the top seat of the Demon Sect; truly, they are unrelated.
Now, this is only about Miss Guan Yun.
At this moment, Miss Yun's face was cleansed, her brow damp with moisture, and the heat made Yun Qian's face a bit red, as if she were shy, adding a touch of adorableness.
To Xu Chang'an, Yun Qian was like a meticulously crafted jade doll. Although there's no saying that a girl changes for the better as she grows, she always inadvertently gives him a mysterious sense of novelty.
Much like right now.
All he did was help her cleanse her face, yet Yun Qian seemed to be avoiding his gaze.
One could easily imagine a shy Miss Yun in their mind.
Xu Chang'an couldn't help but run his fingers through Yun Qian's long hair near her ear.
