That night.
Zeng Anmin lay in the courtyard.
In his mind surfaced Qin Wanyue's beauty beneath the moonlight, as though she had stepped out of a painting.
His hand lightly stroked his chin as he murmured:
"Sister Qin is only seventeen. She hasn't come of age yet."
"I need to take it slow."
"Sai Chuxue... she doesn't look very old either, but considering she's Master Xu's disciple, perhaps her appearance doesn't match her age."
"Her appear..." Zeng Anmin gave a dry cough.
"Cough, cough. Not considering that for now."
"Uncle!"
Huzi ran over, looking up at Zeng Anmin with eager anticipation.
"When will that auntie in black come again?"
Huzi's interruption broke Zeng Anmin's train of thought. He glanced sideways at him.
"I don't know."
"Oh."
Huzi's face visibly fell. Holding his little wooden sword, he pursed his lips, looking rather aggrieved.
"Can you take me to find her tomorrow?"
Clearly, the wooden sword not having electricity and being unable to blow wind from afar had dealt Huzi a tremendous blow.
"What beautiful dream are you having? I still have classes tomorrow."
Zeng Anmin yawned. "I'll take you when I have time."
Huzi shook his head. "My dreams aren't as beautiful as Uncle's."
?
Zeng Anmin frowned and looked at Huzi. "Why do you say that?"
Huzi stared at the wooden sword in his hands. "Today, Uncle told both the auntie in black and Auntie Qin that you dreamed about them in your dreams..."
"Cough, cough..."
Zeng Anmin choked badly.
He looked at Huzi in astonishment.
This is bad!
This kid had been listening right beside me while I was acting like some king of the seas!
This absolutely cannot get out!
Zeng Anmin coughed and looked solemnly at Huzi.
"Huzi, you can't reveal Uncle's dreams, understand?"
"Why?" Huzi raised