Comforting the Patriarch, the Senior Sisters' Reward?

Lin Heng felt a knot in his chest. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

He had not gotten to eat Lazy Master, and now even his cultivation resources had been swapped for secret realm training. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

The only thing that made him happy was that Lady Murong had agreed to go out for tea with him tomorrow.

The moonlight was sparse, the lamplight softened her face, yet no falling flowers could be seen.

Eh!

A delicate fragrance approached from behind, and a hand lightly patted his left shoulder. He turned his head to the left, only to find no one there.

When he raised his head to the right, he met that breathtakingly beautiful face.

Lin Heng braced both hands against the wooden railing of Falling Flower Pavilion, while she leaned her waist against it, tilting her head as she looked at him.

Lin Heng smiled calmly. "Patriarch, you're getting playful."

"What refined taste, Junior Brother. I searched for you for ages, only to find that you had run off here. Falling Flower Pavilion holds snow a thousand fathoms deep, but there is no snowy view here."

As she spoke, she reached out with a jade-like hand and tugged at his nearest ear. "Since you had time to idle around instead of cultivating, why didn't you come find us? Or had you seen something new outside and changed your heart, losing interest in us?"

"Hehe! How could that be? A lecher like me would only lose interest when I was truly exhausted one day and could no longer plow the fields."

"Hmph, shameless!" Mu Liuxi said coldly. After releasing his ear, she turned around and stood beside him.

As if remembering something, Lin Heng deliberately squeezed closer