Gu Yuan held her breath: "What do you mean by 'this line of work'?"
"I was just talking nonsense. My mistake."
He admitted his mistake quickly. Hmph, isn't it all just for the 'feast' in front of him?
There's no floor-to-ceiling window in this living room, only a casement window.
Suddenly, a breeze rushed in because the curtain accidentally got pulled open a bit, revealing that a window behind it was slightly open.
It was already quite late at night. The breeze wasn't particularly cold, but Gu Yuan was dressed thinly, so the wind made her shiver a bit.
Entangled with each other in another identity, Gu Yuan enjoyed the thrill as if dopamine wrapped around her central nervous system, spreading to every part of her body.
In her ear were Quan Jin's endless curiosities—
"How old is your patron?"
"Are you tempted by how generous he is to you? Do you love him?"
"Is he more handsome than me?"
"Is he more competent than me?"
"..." Get lost!
