"What do you mean, 'not a loss'?" Zhao Chi said, speechless. "Xiao Ning's Appearance is starting to look more and more like those of the Alien Race."
Gu Qing smiled. "I was just joking. I don't want any of those other women touching you, either. But this is definitely good enough. My Lord, you should rest a bit more, and then you can go."
"Alright." Zhao Chi lay on the bed, his mind blank.
But he was still hearing things.
It seemed as if their gentle, melodious voices still lingered in his ears.
Gu Qing said to Tang Ruan and Qi Yue, "You two can go get cleaned up. My Lord and I will discuss our strategy for a while longer."
"Mhm, okay."
Tang Ruan and Qi Yue cleaned up the room and then left.
Gu Qing gently pressed herself against Zhao Chi's side. "My Lord, let's do a practice run of the scenario."
"Okay."
"Alright, so now I'm the difficult Xiao Ning, and I'm going to give you a hard time... Oh my, so handsome~"
"Gu Qing, be serious."
"Mhm, hehe."
「1:00 PM.」
