The main building was a scene of lively indulgence, yet Xie Xun, vibrant with youthful energy, remained unaffected. He had unintentionally caught sight of Fengyu peeking from the third floor before staggering away. Concerned for her, he had followed.
In the main building, both Feiying and Nuanyang were handling things. The plan remained unchanged, and Feiying's proficiency in the Beiman language meant Xie Xun didn't need to stay vigilant at all times.
"I…" Fengyu's forehead glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, her face flushed unnaturally. She didn't seem quite right. Xie Xun reached out to touch her forehead. "Do you have a fever?"
"No!"
She stepped back, her lower back pressed against the table, her reaction exaggerated.
Xie Xun was taken aback. Fengyu's mind conjured the image of Lady Thirteen seducing Dugu Jing. Her face grew redder, her throat dry and parched.
Why had Xie Xun also breathed in the scent yet remained unaffected?
