Late at night, taking advantage of the fact that Ai Xue had fallen asleep, Luo Xi stealthily crawled out of bed and tiptoed toward the door.
Both of his legs felt somewhat weak, and he could only move slowly while leaning on the wall, terrified of waking the succubus-like girl on the bed with a light-colored trace at the corner of her mouth and a smile on her face.
Three days, it had been three days!
In those three days, Luo Xi had fully experienced what it meant when they say there's only death for the oxen, never a ruined field.
Of course, the main reason was that his heart was willing, but his body was weak; faced with the female ghost version of Ai Xue, he could only beat a hasty retreat, not daring to let slip even a single boastful word.
After all, if he were to say "come and get some Ai Cao," Ai Xue would probably light up with excitement and pounce, and then it would be up for debate as to who would be "getting some Ai Cao."
