"I did write a letter."
Qiu Qingtang propped her chin with both hands, her low ponytail divided into two strands, swaying gently with the breeze: "And I did intend to send it to Qingmiao Palace."
Lu Jin'an continued to pick up food, feeling Aunt Ruo's toes moving rhythmically once again, and her voice transmission reaching his ears.
"To be honest... with your Master and your wife sitting right beside you, yet you're enjoying the teasing from your Master's friend, your wife's 'mother,' under the table, how does that feel?"
Every word Xiao Yinruo uttered made Lu Jin'an feel a deep-seated thrill.
Aunt Ruo was becoming more like an enchanting demoness.
Thrilling?
Absolutely thrilling.
Because neither Master nor Nanzhi knew about his relationship with Aunt Ruo.
Precisely because it was unknown, the mix of forbidden feelings made it especially thrilling.
Depraved?
Perhaps this was just his nature.
Lu Jin'an thought, moving his chair back a bit.
