Whenever Yao Buji thought of Li Xiaoli's panic-stricken face, he not only felt no resentment but also self-reproach and pity, blaming himself for not having protected her adequately and allowing such a lovely and beautiful girl to be frightened into that state.
Hearing this, Qin Aotian and Liang Xuwang's expressions turned strange, not expecting Yao Buji to be so sentimental. It was truly difficult for him to have abstained from women all these years.
"You must not trouble my wife, or else I will not spare you."
Yao Buji struggled to sit up and seriously warned them.
"Cough cough, Elder, are you sure that you can still consider them your wives in your current state?"
Qin Aotian coughed dryly, asking uncertainly.
"Of course." Yao Buji glanced at Qin Aotian disdainfully, then looked down and said in pain:
"I know that I am now ruined, but as long as I am healed, I can still remarry."
"Elder, I don't know if I should tell you this?"