Chapter 1805: Talent

Clara's small fist slammed against his chest before quickly hiding her embarrassed expression in Dyon's collarbone. She quickly found her position to be quite relaxing, especially because of Dyon's cinnamon and pine scent. 

Because she was a celestial, much of the mortal impurities had long been washed from Clara's body. Her body wasn't capable of producing a foul smell even if she tried. So, she could only admit that Dyon was right… The smell really was too… fragrant. 

"This is your fault." She mumbled. "Now I'll have to replace my dress. Aren't you supposed to be the Ruler of 131 universes? Do you have time to tease your wife like this?" 

Dyon smiled, taking a lock of Clara's hair and sniffing lightly. He felt that his entire body was comfortable. Spirit bodies reached a realm of perfection most humans could not, so of course Clara had such an effect with both her wind and fire spirit bodies.