"And..." Bei Mingyuan hesitated for a moment. "Ensure her personal safety." Without looking back at his two subordinates, he walked off quickly.
"Who's 'that woman' he's talking about?" Yan Huo muttered, even though the answer to that question was obvious.
Bei Mingyuan paid him no mind. He quickly entered the bedroom, and the door was slammed shut with a BANG.
"Is the Master shy or just embarrassed?" Yan Huo asked, dumbfounded. "Whichever it is, it's a rare sight to see from him."
"Can't the Master feel awkward?" Xuan Liu's voice was muffled and sullen. "This is what it feels like to be torn, unable to let go of someone you should."
"You sound quite experienced," Yan Huo snorted, his words pointed.
"You're just bullying me because I haven't grown legs and can only ride on your head."
