Good Things Take Longer

The spring rain was as smooth as oil. A long drought brings rain. When the hot water in the wooden bucket surged from all directions, Shen Ping could not help but shiver. He thought that he had been on the battlefield for a long time and could conquer everything.

However, when they fought with real swords and spears, he was stunned to discover that there were some things that he could not control.

Looking at Yu Yan's gaze, Shen Ping looked embarrassed and could not help but mutter in his heart, "That shouldn't be the case. It must be because of that 'Dragon Playing with the Pearls'. Sigh, I was still tricked!"

Yu Yan's eyes were filled with spring, and the corners of her mouth carried a trace of a faint smile. "Fellow Daoist Shen, every time you're with your wife and concubine, you're not like this. Why aren't you as brave as before today? Are you nervous?"

Shen Ping said seriously, "Fellow Daoist Yu, you must be joking. How can I be nervous?"