Su Ye listened. 'Does this mean he's out of Secret Luo?'
Her expression remained unchanged as she took out her silver needles from her Spatial Bag.
She picked one out, took his wrist, and inserted it right at the pulse point.
Su Qing was obedient, sitting perfectly still and allowing her to insert the needle.
Su Ye was close to him, and he could smell the sweet fragrance wafting from her.
His pitch-black eyes were deep, and he didn't even deign to hide the scorching heat within them as he stared directly at Su Ye.
His throat bobbed, and his crimson lips parted to speak.
"The books say that to repay a debt of gratitude, one should offer themselves in marriage."
Su Ye, still holding the silver needle, pushed it an inch deeper into his flesh.
With a perfectly straight face, she said,
"The books you've been reading aren't proper literature."
Su Qing reached out and pinched a corner of her dangling sleeve, repeatedly fiddling with the fabric.
