"Family Head, General Ying has collected two chests of Thunder Spirit Stones and had them sent over for your inspection," Yan Fuzhen reported as he came in.
Ning Xuan was leaning against Yu Mingche, playing with his hair. Yan Fuzhen's sudden voice startled the already distracted Ning Xuan, and with a sudden pull, she almost tore out the strand of Yu Mingche's hair twisted around her fingers.
"Sorry, did that hurt?" Ning Xuan looked at Yu Mingche apologetically, stroking his face. Her gaze traveled down from his face to his neck, where a vivid red love bite rested on his fair, slender skin. Her eyes continued downward. Ning Xuan knew there were even more marks beneath his collar.
"It doesn't hurt, Family Head. Housekeeper Yan is outside," Yu Mingche said, awkwardly pulling his collar up.
Ning Xuan knew Yu Mingche was easily embarrassed. She straightened her clothes, returned to her own seat, and sat up properly.
"Bring them in," Yu Mingche called out.
