Shen Miao was covered in thorns. From a notorious idiot to a player in the power game, from the daughter of a general to a rich girl who had lost her home, she seemed to have never changed. It was this docile but fierce gaze that made her look noble and unyielding.
Xie Jingxing slowly let go of Shen Miao's chin and glanced at her, his eyes filled with complicated emotions. After a pause, he was about to get up and leave when he heard Shen Miao mutter, "Little Li, go and get my cloak. I'm cold."
In an instant, he went from "Eunuch Li" to "Little Li".
Xie Jingxing was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He asked, "Are you giving me an order?"
"Cold." Shen Miao looked at him aggrievedly.
Xie Jingxing took a deep breath and held back the urge to pull Shen Miao up and beat her up. He took off his cloak and threw it on Shen Miao.
Wrapped in his cloak, Shen Miao smiled at him. "I'll reward you with a few pieces of satin later."
