Bo Yanching squinted at him, "You seem to know quite a bit."
"Friends, after all—"
Yaen Chi's lips curled into a sly smile, "Catching Mo the Fox's tail isn't easy; he's been as clean as a Monk these years, and now suddenly there's a fire in his backyard— shouldn't I stoke the flames a bit?"
"Take it easy," Bo Yanching warned with a discerning look in his eyes, "If lightning strikes him, you're next."
"Impossible. I don't keep any steady women around, nor have I thought about marriage, but if I were to marry—"
Yaen Chi laughed, somewhat self-mockingly, "then my marriage would have to bring appropriate value to my family."
Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly, none of us really has freedom in marriage; flirting is fine, but taking it seriously... forget about it."
