A light boat sails through the myriad peaks and layered mountains.
Time flies by, and as twilight descends, it's already time to light the lamps. Si Miaoxue, with a face as drunk as the red clouds, looks just like a docile cat.
"Mr. Lin, Miaoxue has never been so happy. You're really wonderful." The intoxicating murmur slipped through her red lips.
You're happy, but can that girl watching the door let me go back?
Fortunately, I'm young, with good stamina, and an iron waist.
"It's time to talk business, or else I should be leaving." Lin Miao lightly tapped her shoulder.
"Ouch, Mr. Lin, be gentle, that hurt."
"Alright, don't gain an advantage and pretend to be innocent. If Mei'Er were here, she'd definitely laugh at you." Lin Miao teased.
"Humph, if I don't go back, will she sneak back to eat?"
