“You damned pighead.”0

Inside the hidden chamber, Huangfu Qing lay nestled in his arms, her entire body glowing with a soft, rosy satisfaction. She leaned against the person she just called a pighead, weak but deeply content after being thoroughly ravaged.0

Back in the capital, there were always others butting in; whether it was that damned tortoise or that rebellious disciple, I barely had any private time with him. Who would’ve thought that the first thing we’d do upon meeting in Chang’an would be to indulge in each other? Absolutely worth it.0

…Tang Wanzhuang was the one to suggest I come here, right? Hm, she truly is a smart woman. She deserves a reward. Maybe I should paint a pig on her front door, so she could stare at it longingly whenever she misses a certain someone.0

…Wait. Now that I think about it, wasn’t this the same situation as back then? Back when this guy lived right across from me, wasn’t this exactly the kind of scene that used to unfold?0

The memories were too distant, too...0