"Master. Supremacy Lonemoon is here again," Yi Qing said hesitantly as he put away the cutlery.
"Oh," lazily responded the person laying on the table, having eaten her fill.
"It has already been the fifth day." Yi Qing continued, "He stood by the door everyday, but for some reason does not come in." If he wanted to stand, let him be. The plant at the entrance was already balding because of him plucking its leaves.
"Perhaps exposing him in front of everyone was a little too much!" Shen Ying could not be bothered. She turned away and continued to lay there. "Just get used to it and it will be fine."
