Thankfully, Qing Wan didn't see, or I'd have no face to show around, that damn fool.
Tossing her underwear aside, she trampled it a few more times while still angry.
Tang Feng was sweating bullets, dealing with Sister Xiao Ya really was like having unresolved grievances from past lives; whatever he feared would happen always did.
This stupid leg.
Tang Feng fiercely hit himself, appearing very depressed.
"What's wrong? You all are acting weird," Mu Qingwan said after cleaning up and sitting in front of Tang Feng.
Her uniquely fragrant scent calmed Tang Feng down.
He reached out an arm and let Mu Qingwan rest on his shoulder.
"Tired, huh? You really shouldn't have to do these things," Tang Feng realized that caring for a woman was an art, and he still had much to learn.
