Emerging from the steaming bath, Xu Feng's mind remained a wild sea of thoughts, refusing to ease into the relaxation he was desperately craving. The waters of the bath, usually a sanctuary for destressing, failed to wash away the worries and tensions clouding his thoughts. The air hung heavy with the anticipation of a brewing storm.
His husbands, Xuan Jian—the iceberg with a big heart, and Xuan Yang—the aloof young master with a domineering president streak, were both obviously frustrated. Xu Feng had gone to the back mountains after making sure they were both preoccupied.
During his cultivation session in the back mountains of the Nanshan estate, Xu Feng had truly understood the charms of meditation. His always hyperactive thoughts had been calm. The waves always threatening to drown him were finally calm. It was actually a case of out of sight out of mind.
