As I spoke, I smiled at Chi Yi Shu. His cold face almost couldn’t help but laugh, probably remembering the laxative tricks I pulled in the dungeon…
“Long’er, don’t mess around,” Night Suo glared at me angrily.
“Big Daddy, let me go! I won’t ruin your plans!” Ignoring Night Suo, I tugged at Chi Yi Shu’s sleeve, striking while the iron was hot. As long as I didn’t have to face Lang Yue and Night Suo, anything was good.
“My King, Long Ying is indeed a good candidate. Orange Yi has other matters and can’t get away,” Chi Yi Shu, my good daddy, naturally supported me.
“But a woman can’t go meet a court official,” Night Suo still insisted, his misty white eyes deeply staring at me, a trace of reluctance and non-compromise flowing lightly.
sh! Okay, I apologize, here, have some fish.” I laughed, handing him the grilled fish. He looked at me for a few seconds before sitting down by the chaise lounge and eating unabashedly. His way of eating was quite elegant, each bite and lick as graceful and quiet as a cool breeze over a pond.
“Do you know martial arts?” I asked casually while eating.
“No.” He answered quickly.
“Do you know lightness kung fu?”
“No.”
“That’s great! Now I can get to the main point!” I picked up a silk handkerchief to wipe my mouth, giving him a sly smile.
“You’re quite straightforward,” he said with a smile that was very natural, as if we were discussing how grilled fish are made rather than matters of state.
“I prefer to call this… directness!” I smiled. Talking with such a spontaneous person makes one feel completely at ease.
Night Lock suddenly let go of my hand. In that instant, I almost thought he would agree to Shui Ruohan’s request. However, I didn’t expect him to suddenly turn around, walk a few steps to Shui Ruohan, and punch him hard. His recently recovered right arm, due to excessive force, seeped a trace of blood, staining the bandage: “You’re tired of living!”
