"Qiuer!" Si Fan was about to lose his mind, "What do you mean 'barely accept'? Where am I not perfect?"
That didn't sound quite right. Si Fan added, "You took my virginity. My master told me not to lose it within five years, and I've endured it for four years, just one year shy."
"What difference does losing your virginity make?" Kong Qiuer asked, puzzled.
"Of course, it affects my cultivation of Taoist Arts!"
Si Fan stood by the bed with his hands on his hips, his clothes not properly buttoned, his chest still exposed.
Seeing the red and purple marks that looked like her own bite marks, Qiuer's face turned red and she turned her head away, "With your skills, there's no difference whether you lose your virginity or not. Even if you endured for a hundred years, you wouldn't catch up to me."
Fuming with anger, Si Fan quickly dressed up properly, "If that's the case, I won't be a Taoist anymore."
He let down his hair and ruffled it, "I'm not keeping this annoying hair either."