Shen Qing was in a foul mood and extremely worried about Zihan's safety, so her tone was a bit—no, *very*—aggressive. "Lord, if I recall correctly, didn't the Marquis just tell you to stay away from 'inexplicable women' like me? If you want female company, you have six women in your rear courtyard. There's no need to keep clinging to me."
Yu Jiuqing seemed taken aback that Shen Qing would say such a thing. His brows furrowed instantly, a clear look of irritation in his eyes. "Why would I go looking for them? What are they to me?"
Shen Qing couldn't help but laugh, a laugh born of pure anger. She yanked on her sleeve, trying to pull it free, but failed. "Then may I ask you, Lord, what am I to you?"
Yu Jiuqing froze, seemingly at a loss for words. His almond-shaped eyes darkened as he stared at her.
'What's he looking at? Does he want to see whose eyes are bigger?'
