In the Zheng Residence, Master Zheng was always the center of attention. No exceptions.
When Feng Bei pushed Master Zheng out to sunbathe in a wheelchair made by Yan Jiji, many pairs of eyes, both seen and unseen, began to watch them furtively.
Whistles echoed one after another, and rumors flew thick and fast.
"When are you going to teach me your Brotherhood's secret signals?"
Zheng Xiu had been quiet for a while. Listening to the whistles that rose and fell across the courtyard, Feng Bei couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about them. A little vexed, she pinched the soft flesh of his waist as she asked.
Her face blushing, Feng Bei even began to worry about what kind of "reward" she should give him if he had the gall to ask for one again.
'Maybe… hold his hand?'
'Would he be satisfied with that?'
Feng Bei pouted.
