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Wangshu inn was quiet at this time of night, with only the boss tinkering at her desk to notice the adeptus take form with a foreign bard in his arms at the balcony.
“Oh my,” The boss whispered as she put a hand over her mouth. “Xiao, you brought home a lover?”
Xiao sputtered. “He is not my lover.”
Venti remained still in Xiao’s hold. Did he fall asleep? Probably not. Xiao felt a bristle of playful wind, unnaturally strong, trying to react to Xiao’s words. What do you mean, ‘not your lover’??