Wu Yao ultimately suppressed the urge to throw this rogue out and "invited" him to a guest room farthest from her bedchamber. Throughout the entire process, she kept a cold face and did not say a word, as though she were moving an especially unsightly piece of trash.
Mo Lin did not mind in the slightest. He even surveyed the room's furnishings with interest and clicked his tongue. "Mm, not bad, not bad. A little plain, but nice and quiet. Little Sister Wu Yao, you've been very thoughtful."
Wu Yao snorted coldly, slammed the door shut, and left without looking back. She feared that if she stayed another second, she would not be able to stop herself from drawing her sword and chopping him up.
Outside the bedchamber, Wu Yao's mother—the gentle, beautiful woman—was secretly hiding behind a corridor pillar, taking in the entire scene of her daughter "roughly" treating their benefactor.
She stamped her feet anxiously and muttered in reproach, "Oh, this foolish girl! How can she treat our benefactor like that? Such a wonderful opportunity, and she doesn't know how to seize it! She's worrying her mother to death!"
Then she turned to look at Mo Lin's handsome profile and upright figure. The more she looked, the more satisfied she became, already plotting how to create more opportunities for them.
The night passed without incident.
Early the next morning, when the sky had only just begun to brighten.
Mo Lin opened his door feeling refreshed, only to catch an enticing aroma of food. When he entered the sitting room, he saw a table laden with a sumptuous breakfast. The porridge made from Spirit Rice was crystal clear, several exquisite side dishes brimmed with spiritual energy, and there was also a pot of fragrant spirit tea.
Wu Yao's mother