Such big moves, such valiant Qi spirit, one can only imagine the pressure that the man behind the scenes must bear, but An Zhizhen very casually brings it up before him.
"It seems, you know what I want to do?"
The dim yellow light in the room created a cozy atmosphere, and the woman with long black straight hair snuggled up next to Cen Dongsheng, leaning her shoulder against him and whispering.
"Yes, I can somewhat guess."
Cen Dongsheng's large hand held her soft palm, placed it on the thigh underneath her elder sister's silk pajamas, and gently caressed it, feeling the plump and wonderful touch.
"When do you plan to start?"
He deliberately lowered his voice, as if worried about breaking the ambiance of the moment.
"There's still some preparation time left."
Sister Zhi Zhen playfully caught her hair tips and scratched the man's cheek, smiling with her reply.
