"Why should I feel sour? I'm destined not to be anyone's wife, and since I can't satisfy your physiological needs, I can't exactly hog you without doing the deed, letting you suffocate to death..."
"It's not necessarily true. You've said yourself that you're working on an antidote, and my cultivation is rising with the tide. One day, I'll be able to break through your demonic barrier." Lin Xiaosu took her small hand playfully, teasing her.
Chang Ye sighed softly: "Having aspirations is good; at least it gives us motivation to strive... But you're overlooking one problem. My gene rejection day is approaching, a day of rejection, a day of nirvana. By the time your cultivation catches up, my toxin will have evolved, and you'll have to start chasing all over again... Anyway, I don't want to dampen your spirits. Tell me, why do you think Ding Lizhong is not very likely?"
"It's because of the person who died at their hands last night."
"Zhou Yibo?"