The result of Xie Shu's courting death was that Chuzheng bound him.
You dared to cross me!
The little thing is still too tender!
"Ouch!" Xie Shu's wrist was chafed red, and there was still a flush on his face, "Let me go."
"No way."
Chuzheng refused expressionlessly.
Chuzheng padded his wrist with cloth before binding it again.
"Do you have anyone else?"
"No." It was a slip of the tongue!
Chuzheng kissed him, and Xie Shu dodged to avoid it: "What do you take me for? Your purchased male concubine?"
Chuzheng slightly puzzled: "Aren't you the one I bought?"
"..."
He indeed was purchased by her.
On that ship, if not for her, what would have become of him?
He should be thankful to her.
What right did he have to make a fuss in front of her?
When the Heavy Snow Night Moon collapsed, he was no longer the noble young master; he became a homeless waste.
Xie Shu suddenly lowered his eyelashes and quieted down.
