"Senior Disciple Sister, I'm back!"
Fang Mo pushed open the courtyard gate and walked in, only to find that the Senior Disciple Sister who practiced in the yard every day while waiting for him was nowhere to be seen.
"You're back! Come in quickly. We're having something delicious tonight!"
At that moment, a smiling face appeared at the kitchen window. Who else could it be but Guan Lu? And behind the window were two more smiling faces.
Yue Quan even pulled a face at Fang Mo before ducking back inside.
Watching the three women bustle about, Fang Mo felt rather helpless. Before, he could have handled things vaguely and played deaf and dumb, but ever since Guan Lu had come to him last time, that was no longer possible.
Guan Lu's intense, blazing, utterly undisguised expression left him unable to refuse her or hurt her. But there was also Luo Jiangyan—reserved, yet equally passionate. Though they had made things clear, their relationship had long since reached the point where everything would naturally fall into place.
As for Yue Quan, he was not worried about her at all.
No matter what he did, Yue Quan could accept it. And if she could not, she would slash him with a sword to vent her anger.
It's time to settle this!
Fang Mo steeled himself. By now, he had let go of his reservations and strode into the room.
Just then, Guan Lu entered carrying a plate of fruit. She came before him, picked up a cherry from the plate, and stuffed it into his mouth. "Hurry and taste it. It was just shipped in—cherries from our Homeworld. They're delicious!"
Just as before, her movements carried none of a young woman's coyness. They were casual, natural, and intimate.
Fang Mo glanced toward the