Warm my bed

At that moment, Hazel took it upon herself to bargain with the venders by the roadside.

"Sir, it's already noon and look at your vegetables. The leaves are turning yellow and the stems are withering. If you don't sell it at 1.5 per kilogram, no one would buy it. Besides, the governor has already sent his men to patrol around the streets," she urged with her arms crossed. Back then, Hazel was used to bargaining for her ingredients in the wet market, so this came naturally for her. Hearing her latter words, the street vendor sighed. "Fine. Deal."

Hazel grinned, displaying two dimples on the sides of her cheeks. Zac resisted the urge to snort. He didn't expect her to be so stingy that she actually put some effort in convincing the man to cut the price in half, but he liked a woman who valued her money. As long as she was willing to cooperate with him, he would definitely give her a considerable compensation for her time with him.

Hazel picked up three kilograms and gave