She wavered.
"I... I don't know either."
After she spoke, she buried her head in the fabric of his chest, her voice muffled.
"You're angry. I have to be really, really good to you so you won't be angry anymore."
'As for *how* to be really, really good to him, she hadn't figured that out yet.'
Su Qing's eyelids twitched, and he looked thoughtful.
"It seems my benefactor came here well-prepared."
As the wind drifted past, their figures receded into the distance, and his words were carried back on the breeze.
"Benefactor, will you treat me better than that male prostitute?"
Then came Su Ye's soft reply.
"I will."
After saying that, she couldn't help but add,
"But you can't bite me."
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Ye and Su Qing arrived at the bedroom.
Passing through a folding screen and around a black canopy, he bent down and gently placed the woman in his arms onto the bed.
She was drowsy, likely from the alcohol.
