Swish!
In the darkness of night, the sound of rippling water arose.
Out of the mist, a figure appeared, graceful and voluptuous, slowly approaching from the distance.
It was the wife of the Marquis of Zhen Nan.
Fang Yang's heart tightened, and his brow furrowed.
He was at a critical moment of gaining favorability, and just as the wife was beginning to have faint feelings for him.
If she were to see him embracing another woman in the hot spring at this moment, no matter how open-minded she was, she would be greatly disappointed in him, which would lower her favorability.
All his efforts would then be in vain.
With that thought, he struggled to leave, but Huang Fuling held onto him tightly.
"Demon Lord, there's no need to worry—I have a way," she said.
Huang Fuling smiled sweetly, eyeing the wife's figure from the corner of her eye, secretly wishing for her to come closer and witness the scene before her.
