In the wild picking garden on the outskirts of the Wealthy District, Jiang Xuan glanced at Xia Ye squatting on the ground, 'xiu, xiu,' pulling out weeds, and took out his phone.
[Boss Jiang, Mr. Xia came back early!]
What a nuisance.
After putting away the phone, Jiang Xuan shifted the parasol closer to Xia Ye; his eyes, cold and detached a second ago, now brimming with boundless tenderness, "What are you digging out?"
These days, he either spent the night in Xia Ye's boudoir or lured the young lady to his house in the Wealthy District.
Jiang Xuan, while maintaining the last line of defense, dedicated as much Spiritual Energy as possible.
The sensation of their lips and teeth colliding grew more familiar with each 'practice,' deepening the memory.
The impulse he restrained time and time again was like a malevolent wolf lurking under the ice.
But for him now, just controlling the force to ensure a kiss like an ordinary couple was becoming difficult.
