The night was cool and the moon pale. The scent of flowers drifted along with the long breezes, making one feel as though he was in a faraway place.
It was the perfect atmosphere for one particular girl to share her troubles.
"If you were not just a guinea pig, there's no way I'd tell you." Meng Fuyao smiled, narrowing her eyes while looking at Lord Yuan Bao. "I don't believe that you'll be able to translate everything I'm about to say to that owner of yours."
Lord Yuan Bao never stopped chewing on his fruit. He did not lift his head even the slightest.
"Your owner… sigh…" Meng Fuyao turned to the glimmer that passed through the bathroom wall, a frown evident on her face. She slowly drew on the table, while confessing, "I think I like him just a little bit. What to do?"
Split––
Lord Yuan Bao chewed on his fruit with more force than before. A mouthful was all it took for the fruit's core to be exposed.
