On guard in the distance, Xiang Xun, Feng Er, Gui Yi, Gui Er, and the others became worried watching Huang Xiaolong’s face distorted in pain.

“Senior Xiaoniu, the Manor Lord would be fine, right?” Feng Er’s fingers clenched nervously as she asked.

Hearing that, the little cow glanced playfully at Feng Er and teased her, “Why? Little Feng Er, feeling distress?”

Feng Er stilled. A noticeable blush crept up her face as she retorted angrily out of embarrassment, “Senior Xiaoniu, how could you make fun of me in this situation?”

The little cow guffawed happily, “How would I dare to make fun of you? Who knows, one day you and Little Brat Huang will hook up, and at that time, you’ll be my Mistress.”

Feng Er went red all the way down to her neck.

The little cow coughed slightly to clear her throat and reassured everyone, “All...