Even though Ye Qiao was just speaking out of anger, trying to scare Li Shiyan, what's spoken unintentionally is often taken seriously by the listener.
Looking at the two stunning beauties before him, their long, stocking-clad legs swinging back and forth, Sun Zhe couldn't help but feel a stir of arousal.
As a leg lover, how the hell am I supposed to resist this?
Seizing the opportunity Ye Qiao had created, Sun Zhe stepped forward, putting an arm around both Lin Yingchun and Li Shiyan.
"Alright, you two campus belles, let's go. Time to accompany this Witch Master for some Cultivation."
Li Shiyan furrowed her delicate brows and pulled away with a grimace of disgust. "You stink. Go take a shower."
Without another word, Sun Zhe bent down, hooked his arms under the crooks of Li Shiyan's knees, and swept her into a princess carry as if she weighed nothing, striding toward the first-floor bathroom.
