Physical Discomfort

"Of course. Otherwise, where did Miss think you got your name from?"

Zhao Shuning smiled without a word.

Wen Bo said: "Miss, as I said, is there anything wrong with what I said?"

"The mantra of snakes and serpents is out of my mouth." Their words are like spring water, and their face is thick. "

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, I'm praising you."

Wen Bo was overjoyed. He quickly said: "If that's the case, does this mean that Miss still admires me?"

"Shuning is inexperienced and doesn't deserve the title of Young Master Wen's Sword Domain Saint Hand. Naturally, she doesn't dare to be so haughty. If there's nothing else, I'll head back to my room with Huan'er."

"Alright. "Later, I'll go find you."

Zhao Shuning did not reply and left with Huan'er.

Wen Bo leaned on the front door of the front yard until he could no longer see Zhao Shuning. Only then did he turn around, wanting to continue.