"Not perfect yet?"
Hanhan's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, "It's already so majestic, where is it not perfect?"
"Still not enough! Far from it!"
"How could that be!"
Dong Xiaoyan was very surprised, "I distinctly felt an air of natural-born heroism, that sort of domineering power emanating from the very bones, obvious at a glance, how could the power be lacking? That's preposterous, utterly preposterous!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Yin suddenly stiffened all over.
An air of natural-born heroism, the domineering power from the bones!
Those two phrases seemed to awaken something in him.
Instantly, he fell into deep contemplation once again.
That night, Feng Yin sat cross-legged in front of his bed like he had a sudden enlightenment.
On the bed was his newlywed, delicate wife, but he just didn't get into the bed, not the entire night.
Dong Xiaoyan saw him lost in thought and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, quietly falling asleep.
...
That night.