Before she could finish, two streams of clear tears rolled down like pearls. 'Senior Sister Ning was right,' she thought, her heart aching. 'Men are all heartless. They only care about whether you're useful to them.'
Fang Cheng weighed the pros and cons, finally letting out a long sigh. "I really don't know what to do with you all!"
With that, he removed the magical artifact that disguised him, returning to his usual appearance.
He then disrobed and stepped into the bath, wrapping his arms around the two women's slender, smooth waists. He looked at Ye Yan and said sternly, "You must never act so rashly on your own again."
Ye Yan nodded obediently, like a little girl who had done something wrong.
Fang Cheng then turned to Wen Qianqian and said gently, "Why are you talking such nonsense? I'm very happy that you could come. It's just that I have some difficulties I can't speak of. You have to understand."
