As Mo Yuxin and Su Yubing were lost in each other's warmth, their bodies pressed close, a sudden chime echoed through the room, cutting through the heated atmosphere.
A glowing message appeared beside them—it was from the Hongmen Order.
Mo Yuxin groaned in frustration. She had been completely caught up in the moment, her desire growing stronger with every kiss and touch. But now, she was pulled back to reality in the most annoying way possible.
Her eyes darkened with irritation when she saw the sender—Tan Qingxuan, her master.
Of all people, it had to be her.
Mo Yuxin felt like crying. She wanted nothing more than to ignore the message and bury herself in Su Yubing's arms again, but she couldn't. It was her master. She had to answer.
Still, that didn't mean she had to be happy about it.
With a dramatic sigh, she collapsed into Su Yubing's arms, rubbing her face against her soft chest like a spoiled child. "Yubing… I'm so sad…" she mumbled pitifully.
