The women froze, exchanging wide-eyed looks, then burst into fresh giggles, their conversation veering even wilder-clearly out of hand, turning the serious atmosphere into a brothel's banter.
Mei Ling leaned in, whispering something about "rewarding his hard work with a special massage," while Lin Yue countered with "I'll show him what a real arrow feels like." Shameless. How could they debase themselves so?
Tianlong sighed deeply, finally setting down his quill. The sound was heavy, thoughtful, like a man emerging from deep meditation.
He turned in his chair, maps and notes scattered before him, his black hair tousled from running fingers through it, eyes sharp and focused-not on their bodies, but on the task. "Mei," he called out, voice steady.
The maid blinked, confused, rising from the bed with a hesitant step. "H-husband? I... I don't know much about maps or strategies. How can I help?"
