Under the weight of that judgmental gaze, Xiao Ye felt an overwhelming pressure sweep over him, making his whole body sink as if he were shouldering a mountain of bricks.
*This woman's really overbearing!*
*She looked gorgeous, truly beautiful, but she was a tigress—better not even graze her eyebrows.*
Xiao Ye squinted, his breathing growing a bit heavy.
The pressure from a Saint Realm Great Power was something he just couldn't quite handle.
Ziran picked up on Xiao Ye's awkwardness and grumbled, "Gu Qingcheng, what are you doing, this is our husband, the one we already made a contract with, not someone you can mess with."
Gu Qingcheng just shook her head, "No, even with a contract, it can still be broken."
"I asked myself, I treat you as real sisters—closer than blood—so I should think of what's best for you."
"You—lift your head and look at me!"
Xiao Ye's face went cold, his eyes flashing with danger as he said, "Ziran, your so-called sister? I really can't stand her."