Shufeng slammed his hand on the table. "Stop kneeling!" His sharp glance did not appear to be friendly. "Your knees are going to be bruised and sore." Right after, the corners of his mouth curled upwards into a sneer, "And anyway, what do I care about you? Will a man ever see those knees?"
Drawing his brows down, Shufeng gestured to her to sit back opposite him. He heard the thud of her elbows when she folded her hands in front of him on the table. Turning her body slightly to the side, Li Ji frowned unhappily; yet she bowed her head in deference to her master, awaiting his chiding.
He wagged his finger at her. "Be glad that this master will grant you the means to support yourself even if you choose to spend the rest of your days loitering. How many servants can hope this level of pampering when they are dismissed?… Huh?… Answer me!"
She mumbled "None…" and it sounded like her mouth was full of rice porridge.
