221. They fight holding the handle

"Push a bit harder, yes, right there, a bit more force, ah, that feels good."

Under a thinly scattered moon and stars with lanterns just lit, a dangerous transaction was unfolding within the City Lord's Mansion.

Mo Xianxian lay on a soft couch, her peach blossom eyes slightly squinting, a comfortable expression appearing on her delicate face.

"Can't you refrain from saying things that might easily be misunderstood?"

Xu Yuan, somewhat helpless, gently pressed his hands on her soft and exquisite back.

"Giggle, if they misunderstand, that's their problem, not mine. If they really misunderstand, wouldn't I be even happier?"

Mo Xianxian looked at him with twinkling eyes. "Besides, don't forget, you're the one in need of my help now."

"..."

After a brief silence, Xu Yuan realized he truly had no rebuttal at the moment.

Or rather, he dared not to rebut.

"So, what brings you to me?"

A faint smile formed on her exquisitely pale face.

"You really don't know?"