Three years ago, Flying Dragon would never have imagined that one day he'd be living in a house like this.
There's a garden, a fish pond, a fake mountain, pavilions and lofts in the yard, and the front and back yards together cover a whole thirty-five mu! Every time he lies on the lounge by the fish pond in the back yard, he feels like he's living in a dream.
Suddenly, his chin hurts—a chunk of the beard he finally managed to grow an inch long just got yanked off by a little hand. Looks like learning to keep a beard like other men is still a bit difficult.
"Pulling my beard again? Are you itching for a beating?"
Honestly, when Flying Dragon widens his eyes and raises his brows, he really looks every bit the "ferocious menace" people call him. No wonder Shen Hao always jokes he's got a "face full of tough meat." Most folks would be scared seeing him like that, but the one pulling his beard clearly isn't scared at all.
