Contend For

Feng Jiu knew the moment Mo Chen had walked in, even without looking because she was familiar with his breath. His breath was gentle, less sharp and fierce than Xuanyuan Mo Ze's, and it was easy for people to let their guard down. 

She couldn't help but was a little surprised knowing that he had sat down but didn't speak. Because her face was covered with a book, she couldn't see his expression. So, she reached out and removed the book from her face.

"You're not sleeping anymore?" Mo Chen asked in amusement when he saw her take the book off her face. 

"How can I sleep with you staring at me like that?" Feng Jiu smiled lightly and sat up from the soft couch and asked: "Now that you're here, do you not plan to go back to see your Master?"

When he heard this, Mo Chen said in a warm voice: "There's no hurry. After all, I only just went home yesterday to take a look. As for going to see my Master, I don't think I need to be too anxious, I will go in due time."