The Groom's Duty
At the realization of what he just thought out loud, Mei Deng slapped his cheeks hard, snapping himself back into reality.
"Aish. Why the hell did I think such a thing? It must be hunger." he squirmed, pulling at his hair, panicking where he sat.
The general who had since perceived Mei Deng's presence stopped his workout when the other man started rambling all sorts of nonsense under his breath.
He raised a brow at the Minister's son, wondering just what he could be going on about so early in the morning.
On noticing he had stopped what he was doing, Mei Deng also stood up, dusting the invisible spec of dust from his clothes.
"Brother traffic, why did you stop already? Is that all the workout a general does?" Yu Xiaoguang asked in a teasing tone from under the shade.
Wang Tengfei stared daggers at him, the corners of Mei Deng's mouth curled into a nervous smile. He rested one hand on his waist and looked around, with the other pinching his chin.