Compared to the other female disciples Mistress Love Wine was practically the pinnacle of normalcy.
Which, considering the current situation, was a rather terrifying realization.
Lady Rot Rose took a slow drag from her pipe and watched the unfolding scene with great satisfaction.
Meanwhile, Han Yu had reached the edge of his patience.
"Can you not find someone else to torment?" he said, rubbing his forehead. "I am certain there are countless men lining up for your attention."
Mistress Love Wine froze.
Then her expression changed.
Her lips trembled.
Her eyes shimmered.
Tears began to gather.
"I see…" she said softly, her voice trembling. "You wish to push me away…"
Han Yu stared at her, utterly unimpressed.
"You are acting."
"I am heartbroken!" she insisted.
A tear slid down her cheek.
"I only have eyes for good men," she continued sorrowfully, "and in this sect… there are so few of them."
Han Yu's eye twitched.
