"Miss Fang, you're becoming more and more inscrutable to me."
Fang Geyu glanced at him dismissively, "Though it makes sense to endure small grievances for the sake of the bigger picture, Immortal Lord Mu pretends to be indifferent in all things just to keep up a façade of depth and cool aloofness.
Pretending too much and repressing too much, it's only natural to end up constipated with hemorrhoids. Would you like me to introduce some famous courtesans from Shifang City to help you relieve some stress?"
Mu Yunye's eye twitched, and the gloom he had managed to suppress was about to resurface.
He took a deep breath and forced a smile, "I appreciate the kind offer, Miss Fang, but I'll pass."
Fang Geyu lifted her chin, "Take care, Immortal Lord. I won't see you off."
Feeling thwarted, Mu Yunye didn't gain a thing from Fang Geyu's sharp tongue.
