It had been two or three months since the spring ploughing and the weather was getting hotter. The door of the government office was left open every day but it still felt very stuffy.
Jiang Pengji did not care at all. She wore simple light clothes every day with her sleeves rolled up to her shoulders and the legs of her pants rolled up to her mid-thighs. Her fair arms and thighs made Wei Ci blush strangely, which in turn made Yang Si gaze at him in a weird manner.
"Do you have ulterior motives with regards to your lord?"
Yang Si was writing with a pen using his right hand while fanning himself with his left hand. Even so, he still felt that the back of his clothes was already drenched with sweat. His forehead was full of large drops of sweat too.