It was half past eleven at night when Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun went to bed.
Under the covers, Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun passionately kissed each other.
After a while, he released Li Zhaojun's soft and sweet lips, his breath hot as he asked, "Wife, did you ask Qing Lian?"
Hearing this question, Li Zhaojun, whose brain was slightly lacking in oxygen from the kissing, immediately snapped awake.
"I asked, and it'll be at least six months," said Li Zhaojun.
"Half, half a year!" Ye Fan nearly jumped up, "Is that a mistake?!"
Li Zhaojun added, "It might even take one or two years."
Ye Fan took a sharp breath and felt that this Qing Lian was deliberately making life difficult for him.
His passion subsided as he let go of Li Zhaojun, flipped over, lay on his back, and asked, "Did you ask for the reason?"
"Um," Li Zhaojun replied, "I must reach a certain level in my cultivation first."
