Dongfang Wuya scoffed as he curled his lip, "Now tell me, besides having a bad temper, what else is wrong with me?"
It seems all the well-behaved facade she put on in front of him was just an act; who knows what kind of bad things she had been saying about him behind his back.
Shen Qinghe indeed gave it serious thought as if pondering deeply, while Shen Zhiyao watched on the side, scared out of her wits. She stepped forward, wanting to drag Shen Qinghe away, but Dongfang Wuya stopped her, "Don't rush, I want to see her pour her heart out. Let Shen Qinghe speak her fill."
Shen Zhiyao could only hope for her younger sister's good fortune and quietly retreated to the side.
Shen Qinghe then lay across Dongfang Wuya's lap, pointed at his face, and mimicked his tone, "Uncle-Master loves to preach, 'Shen Qinghe, don't indulge in love, focus on your cultivation.' 'Shen Qinghe, how did I teach you?' Right, Uncle-Master got drunk in the Illusory Realm and even wanted me to sleep with him…"