Century Garden.
After having his fill, Lucas lay on the sofa, too lazy to move, while Yigol Foster went out alone to buy groceries and fruit. When he returned, he found her still sprawled out on the sofa.
"Are you really that tired?" he asked, looking at her with a hint of disdain.
"Try being a woman in your next life and see how tiring it is!" she retorted irritably.
Yigol Foster chuckled as he sorted the groceries and fruit into the fridge and asked, "What would you like for lunch? I could make you some chicken date soup. You really aren't in the best shape, too weak indeed. It's quite an injustice for this third master."
Although he had been quite fervent the previous night, he still controlled himself considering she had just recovered. It wasn't until this morning that he threw caution to the wind and went all out.
"Hooligan, you call that being wronged?"
"This third master has extraordinary talents in that area..."
