Returning to my chambers, I felt completely exhausted, as though every ounce of strength had been drained from my body the moment I crossed the threshold. Dragging my heavy feet, I slowly walked toward the bed and collapsed onto it, sinking into the soft brocade quilts.
At that moment, Mufeng stepped quietly to my side and gently removed the hairpins from my head. Watching his focused expression, the corners of my mouth curled up into a teasing smile. "What? Are you really starting to see yourself as a kept man?"
Mufeng paused for a fraction of a second, his hands stopping in their work. Then, a faint smile touched his lips, and his eyes flashed with a peculiar brilliance. "If I could spend my days by your side, what harm is there in being a kept man?" His voice was soft yet firm, like a gentle breeze brushing past my ear.
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