Xiao Heng watched Ye Wu, who was diligently practicing.
Under the warm sun, she tirelessly swung the whip again and again.
Every move of hers carried a deadly attraction that he couldn't tear his eyes away from.
Xiao Heng sighed.
Sometimes, Mo Ye couldn't be blamed.
Falling in love with the master was as simple as eating or drinking water.
Mo Ye also fell silent.
She was as bright as the sun, and for someone like him who lived in shadows for so long, her brightness was blinding, yet irresistible.
The darker the creature, the more it craves light.
And she... was his light.
"Mo Ye's affection increased by 4." reported the system dutifully: "Hehe, Host! Only a little more to go for the second treasure chest."
Ye Wu glanced at Mo Ye.
Mo Ye's affection should have been suppressed for too long.
Now that he's no longer suppressing himself, the affection surged forth.
But.
Every time she reached the treasure chest trigger point, it always stuck at 9.
