After a severe internal struggle, Guinevere finally let Le Cheng into the house. Although she felt it was almost like inviting the wolf into the den, but, but... in such cold weather, living in such a humble dwelling, what could be more important than filling one's stomach?
She was going to do great things in the future; she couldn't disregard the priorities over a moment of prideful conflict.
Mm-hmm, exactly right!
Guinevere convinced herself fervently. Initially, she was slightly guarded against Le Cheng, but when he distributed the food from his arms in front of them and opened the packaging, releasing a rich aroma, she felt whether Le Cheng was a wolf or a dog was no longer important.
