"I know you like me and want to be close to me; there's nothing wrong with these feelings."
Lu Xiaoyou extended a finger and pointed at Feng Zheyu's chest:
"I have a clear conscience about you."
Feng Zheyu suddenly retorted, "But I have a guilty conscience about you?"
Lu Xiaoyou laughed; under the sunlight, her eyebrows were proud and bright, "That's your own business. I always believe that you, Feng Zheyu, can perfectly handle your own feelings."
Just as Lu Xiaoyou's words fell, she caught sight of Hou Muyan coming toward them. Hou Muyan was also here for breakfast, but he looked menacing, not like he was just here to eat breakfast.
The big boy bared his teeth, seemingly ready to bark out "Woof!" in the next second.
"What's wrong?" Lu Xiaoyou keenly sensed something was amiss.
"Damn! The 'Godslaying' crew sent me a message; they rejected your request for a two-day leave."
