Bao Gucheng's breathing slightly stalled.
The little woman's coquettish yet unaware "hold me tight" was really quite tantalizing!
So much so that despite his current heavy mood, he couldn't help but tighten his arms, embedding her into the crook of his arm, wishing he could merge with her.
"Ah, wait a moment, I haven't summoned my mount yet..." Zuzi twisted back and forth in his embrace, finally managing to extend her small hand to gently form a gesture.
The little crow flapped over: "Ancestor!"
Fu Xiqin was excited: "Brother Jin, why did the ancestor summon us here? Can I get close to sniff that boy's scent?"
"Quit babbling!" The little crow pressed his head into his waist, then turned to solemnly look at Zuzi, its entire demeanor slightly different from usual: "Ancestor, Xiao Jin is ready!"
Zuzi smiled sweetly: "Alright, let's go."
Wei Yang was rubbing his eyes, thinking how miserable his day was; indeed, the old saying is true, encountering crows around you is bad luck.
