Unaware of Lin Jiao's misconstrued thoughts, Fu Yisi simply noticed she was still dazed and standing still, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Nothing?"
Lin Jiao came back to her senses and, seeing Fu Yisi's slightly impatient look, smiled a little as she began to walk back.
"Who would've thought that the god who once disdained the company of women would become a wife slave now. I wonder what those who worshipped him would think if they knew?"
Fu Yisi's eyes moved slightly at the term 'wife slave,' showing no objection but also no response.
Lin Jiao didn't expect Fu Yisi to reply, instead, she thought about the reaction of the girls who had once pursued him in vain and would now discover this fact.
Their worldview would surely shatter.
Lin Jiao searched around.
"There's no Red Flower Oil, but there is this which smells better."
