The thing Wei Que could never understand was why his grandfather kept saying he would someday marry a girl older than himself, and even sent him a female celestial master more than ten years his senior. That is, until he met Xiao Kunning.
Because of that prediction, he stood before Huo Xingzhou and argued fearlessly, even at the risk of death. “Fourth Uncle, Kunning is mine!”
Huo Xingzhou looked up, sounding rather surprised. “Oh? When did she become yours?”
Wei Que took Xiao Kunning's left hand and pushed up her sleeve, revealing a stretch of snowy-white arm. A faint ring of teeth marks circled her lotus-root-white wrist. “From the moment I bit her on the cliff, she became mine.”
Huo Xingzhou turned away icily and pointed at Xiao Kunning, his tone so casual it sounded as if he were giving an easy order. “Someone, cut off that hand.”
Xiao Kunning: “...”
