Qing'e Fairy felt a surge of joy in her heart, offering genuine congratulations.
"You heard what was said just now. Are you willing to follow me? If not, I won't force you."
Zhou Chen played with Qing'e Fairy's body, even though he knew the answer, he still asked.
What if Qing'e Fairy didn't want to follow him?
He wouldn't force her.
"What are you saying, young master? Meeting you is my fortune accumulated over a hundred lifetimes. You don't disdain me for being lowly; my life belongs to you, and even death, I am your ghost!"
How could Qing'e Fairy possibly be unwilling, unless she was out of her mind.
Zhou Chen is young, handsome, extraordinarily talented, has become a disciple of Huangfu Yueyao, and has a great chance of becoming the Saint Heir of the Infinite Sword Sect, even the Sect Leader.
Now, she only wants to cling to Zhou Chen's thigh and never let go.
