"Your senior brother is such a character. If you don't catch him, you'll be worried if someone snatches him away."
"No, I, it's, it's Senior Brother who doesn't…" Mu Wan hurriedly explained, but she didn't know what to say. Her face was red and she was so anxious that she couldn't explain.
"No?" Baili Xinglin frowned.
"I understand. He has fused with the bloodline power of a demonic beast. His physical strength is not harmonious."
Baili Xinglin's words made Mu Wan nod repeatedly.
"Yes, it's a little troublesome to be impotent at such a young age, but it's fine. I'll let you take back a few medicinal wines that your uncle-master developed. I guarantee that you'll spend the night…"
Mu Wan did not stop talking.
She felt that her Martial Aunt seemed to have misunderstood something.
Senior Brother, he can do it.
Really.
…
The study room was filled with paintings and calligraphy scrolls.