However, being willing to see someone is ultimately a good thing.
Fearing Fang Geyu's regret, Dong Yun quickly invited Baili An into the house.
The window was not closed, the wind and snow continued to pour into the room, and the burning embers in the fireplace had dimmed somewhat.
Fang Geyu's two snow-white, soft little feet were bare on the carpet, occasionally flexing her adorable toes.
With a peculiar and scrutinizing gaze, she looked at Baili An as he entered the room.
"Everyone, leave?"
After sending away all the maids, Baili An had not yet spoken.
The restless little foot originally buried in the thick carpet suddenly flew up, heavily striking Baili An's chest.
The force was not light; if it were an ordinary person, they might have been severely injured by this kick.
Yet Baili An, having just fused with his own corpse bones, had a physique unlike ordinary people; this kick on him was akin to a tickle.
