Clear Spring Lane.
The bright moon glowed softly outside the window, and a little of the clamor from the distant streets could still be heard.
Nangong Ye could not sleep through the long night, nor could he very well go to the Heavenly Pavilion and demand his man back from the Goddess of War. He went down the mountain alone and came to this place that haunted his dreams, recalling the days and nights of the past.
The two-courtyard residence was pristine and elegant. Though its occupants were gone, the shadow of that shameless little brat seemed to linger here.
Nangong Ye strolled through the quiet courtyard, pushed open the door alone, and entered the bedroom on the west side, his mind full of the scenes of playful antics that had once taken place here.
But what he had not expected was that he was not the only person who had come here in the dead of night to reminisce!
Just as Nangong Ye stepped through the doorway, a stirring of energy suddenly came from the pitch-black bedroom, followed by a voice. "Master?"
?!
Nangong Ye felt as though lightning had struck him!
Linghu Qingmo had been bored that evening. Unable to go to the Heavenly Pavilion and demand her boyfriend back either, he had secretly come here to revisit the place where he had first formally met that lecher.
Hearing movement outside, he had initially thought the lecher had come looking for him. When he spotted his master's silhouette in the doorway, he was bewildered and quickly sat up. "I couldn't sleep, so I came to have a look. Master, why are you here?"
Nangong Ye's expression stiffened slightly, but fortunately, he had a strong enough will. He quickly put on the air of a gentle mother. "I was