"Young Master Chen, you... you really are too bad."
Mo Lin'er said in a soft voice with her face flushed.
"That shouldn't be the case," Chen Feng laughed. "Generally, the girls from the stockades are not as easily embarrassed as you."
"What do you mean by that? Shouldn't I be embarrassed? I don't want to be, but I can't help it. Who made you talk about grandfather and... and..."
Mo Lin'er was too ashamed to say such things out loud.
"I think you might have misunderstood something. When I said your grandfather can't do it anymore, I didn't mean any double entendre. I meant that the elder is busy with the significant affairs of Kylin Mountain and can't deal with the minor ones."
"Ah?"
Mo Lin'er was utterly confused.
"Think about it yourself."
Chen Feng touched his nose.
He himself had no idea what he was talking about!
Mo Lin'er scratched her head, her little face becoming more rosy.
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