Zhao Changhe's face was a bit flushed, even though this was still on the observatory's floor under the open sky. Thankfully, there was some sense of decorum, and he cast an isolation spell outside; otherwise, the intertwined bodies of the sisters inside would be so decadent that one couldn't bear to look directly.
As for who was taken first, it's not worth mentioning.
Zhao Changhe coughed awkwardly and walked to Tang Wanju's side, doggedly massaging her shoulders as he grinned apologetically, "Are you blaming me for being absurd?"
Though Wanju was supposed to be the one who indulged him the most without limits, Zhao Changhe actually tended to feel a guilty conscience whenever he saw her, much like facing a parent. A good advisor serves not only the nation but also the family.
"Everything has its bounds; who doesn't indulge... just don't get lost in it." Tang Wanju bit her lower lip, not letting him see the grievance in her eyes.
I too wish to be absurd.
