*So you're all good people, taking care of others, and I'm the only one who just wanted to drink tea?*
*That can't be right.*
After all, Xiaobing was Xiao Ye's wife, even if it had only been a temporary contract—at least publicly, they were husband and wife, so a little caring was totally normal.
His disciple, Xiangling, had gotten her orientation back to normal, and with her flirty and suggestive nature, she had some kind of vague, complicated feeling toward Xiao Ye, so it wasn't surprising she offered the tea to him, too.
But what was up with this delicate girl, and Yunxi? What was their deal?
Ziran studied the expression on the frail-looking Qin Xi'Er's face, and saw her beautiful eyes brimming with spring, while a blush crept across her pretty cheeks. Ziran's face suddenly froze.
*This delicate girl... is she the same as my disciple? Is she getting horny, too?*
Ziran clicked her tongue to herself.
