"Eighty days! Eighty days is my limit!"
Tang Xueting said with a somber expression, as if only being able to extend the Paper Spirit's existence to eighty days was a matter of great regret for her.
However, for Yan Moshan, it elicited quite a different response.
"Eighty days? Isn't that a bit exaggerated?"
Yan Moshan asked in astonishment, for him eighty days seemed nothing short of miraculous; during such a lengthy time, imagine how many times one could get it on!
It was simply the greatest witchcraft ever bestowed upon man by the heavens!
"You think it's a long time?" Tang Xueting asked indifferently.
"Isn't it? Eighty days is enough to go around the world!"
Yan Moshan joked, not daring to say that if he could conjure up such a woman, eighty days would afford him hundreds of romps.
Yan Moshan approached the edge of the bed and pointed at the woman standing on it, inquiring:
"Can I touch her a bit? Just to try and see what it feels like?"