"Ah, Young Ma—"
Da Xi was utterly shocked. The moment the words left their mouth, the quick-reacting Sister Mi pulled them away.
"Come out and help me pick some vegetables from the garden."
After dragging Da Xi out of the kitchen, Sister Mi thoughtfully closed the door.
She had just turned around when she froze again. "Old Master..."
Luo Fubang showed no embarrassment at being caught. He glanced from the kitchen to a nearby pillar and back, walking with his hands clasped behind his back. "Hmm, this place could use some repairs..."
Inside the kitchen, Song Lianhe shot to her feet and whirled around, staring in astonishment at the person behind her. "You... you... How are you..."
'Am I dreaming?'
Song Lianhe subconsciously raised a hand to pinch her own cheek, but a large hand gently caught her wrist. The coarse palm caressed the delicate skin on the back of her hand.
"What are we? You still haven't said."
