The little butler went over to Gu Qingxue cooperatively, but Gu Qingxue pulled him back and pinched his little face.
"What are you doing!" The little butler struggled to speak.
"I want to pry open your head and see if there's anything wrong with your brain. Otherwise, why would you dare to say such a thing? " Gu Qingxue snorted softly, but her hands never stopped moving.
"Stop rubbing, my face is going to be deformed if you keep rubbing!" The little butler said angrily, then broke free from Gu Qingxue's evil clutches. "Host, you can lie to others, but you can't lie to me! I can feel that every time you're alone with the prince regent, your heart beats faster than usual!"
"I-I only have occasional arrhythmia," Gu Qingxue retorted instinctively.
The little butler snorted softly. He put his hands on his waist and had an expression that said, 'I don't believe you.'
