Hunting and guns, the impulses carved into male genes, the romance of men.
Even Elias, this cultured young boy, wasn't exempt.
Philip handed the hunting rifle to the servant and saw Elias looking at him, casually saying, "I'll teach you to hunt next time you come."
Elias pressed his lips together and turned his head stubbornly, saying, "No need."
Philip chuckled lightly, "Childish."
He didn't bother arguing with the kid, took off his dust-covered coat, changed his shoes, and went into the room to accompany Aldana.
Lunch was hotpot, a lively gathering with a bunch of people.
Warmth enveloped Aldana's face, adding a touch of life to her pale complexion. Sitting next to her was Guoguo, whose gentle brows carried a soft smile, a sight that brought a faint, pleasant intoxication to Philip, who had been watching her.
He lowered his eyes, took a sip of wine, and a tender curve lifted the corner of his lips, adding just the right touch of warmth to his refined features.
