Lu Hongye and Yang Xue'Er nodded shyly.
That night, the moonlight was like water, pouring through the window into the room.
Yang Xue'Er and Lu Hongye slept alongside Shi Feiyang.
The room was filled with a warm and ambiguous atmosphere, everything seemed so novel.
Yang Xue'Er gently nestled in Shi Feiyang's arms, softly saying, "Shi Lang, what Wan Niang said today makes me yearn somewhat, but... but is this really appropriate?"
Lu Hongye also leaned closer, saying, "Shi Lang, I think, if I could always be with you like this, I would be happy."
Shi Feiyang softly caressed their beautiful hair, whispering, "As long as you two are willing, I will not let you down."
That night was filled with a different kind of tenderness.
The next morning, at the first light of dawn, soft rays of light streamed through the window into the room.
Shi Feiyang sat solemnly at the table, as if he were a steady statue.
He slowly reached towards his waist for the mysterious deerskin bag.
