My Husband Is Too Frail to Take Care of Himself

A Yan died. She was only fourteen when she died. But five years after her death, she came back to life. Picking at her toes, she thought for a moment and remembered there was one thing she still hadn’t done. So she hurried to Tianyuan, the foremost of the four great sects in the cultivation world, to find a frail young man named Wen Qingci. Wen Qingci looked at A Yan, who had broken into Tianyuan Sect at night, beaten up a crowd of disciples, and was now sprawled in front of him. “How long has it been since you last bathed?” A Yan: “Just three days and three nights.” Wen Qingci: “Then... could you stay a little farther away from me?” A Yan: “Oh.”