"Lord Wuxin, you repeatedly proposed benefits. With such significant gifts and sentiments, how could a humble person like me refuse to come?!"
Wuxin seemed unfazed by Wang Anfeng's complaints hidden in his words, merely twitching the corners of his lips without speaking.
Wang Anfeng raised his hand to rub his brow, feeling a surge of frustration with no outlet.
He seemed to see the bed in the guest room beckoning him once more.
After an adventurous and complex scheme, he longed to set aside all worries and concerns, clear his mind, let his body sink into the freshly sun-soaked bedding, breathe in the scent of autumn sunlight, and feel utterly relaxed...
It should have been like that.
If it weren't for the cold fox in front of him and his gray bird.
Wuxin's lips seemed to twitch slightly, speaking slowly:
"Since you're already here."
