"What, are you feeling sorry for me now?"
"In your dreams!" Li Luru snorted coldly. "I just pity you, that's all!"
"Pity me?" Ye Haoxuan grabbed her arm and yanked her a bit closer. "Li Luru, sounds to me like you're itching to go home and get married again, huh?"
The moment this was mentioned, Li Luru's face turned green.
But she still tried to flatter him. "Master Ye, can we switch to threatening me with something else? Using the same thing over and over is getting boring."
"Tch…" Ye Haoxuan let her go, but after thinking for a bit, he said, "This prince happens to be short of a bed‑warming maid. Didn't you say you pity me? Well? How about you take the job?"
"Pfft!" Li Luru took two steps back. "Who's pitying you? I can't wait to…"
"Can't wait to what?" Ye Haoxuan's gaze turned dangerous, as if the moment she said it, he'd toss her straight into the river.
