"This early?!" Xiana exclaimed, startled to know that she would become Licheng's wife in just two days. She asked him not to stroke her cheek when he pulled it.
"Ahh!" Xiana screamed, her anger evident on her face.
Licheng immediately stepped back and hid his smile. "Have you lost your mind?" she angrily asked him, still feeling the sting of that pull.
"That was for lying to me and making me carry you on my back," Licheng replied. "You have dirtied the sheet. Have a bath first and ask the servant to change the sheet," he asserted.
Xiana looked at her mud-stained clothes. "I asked you for the same outfit. Did you give the order to the royal tailor?" she questioned and met his gaze again.
"It's nighttime. Do you want me to call the royal tailor from his home?" Licheng asked her.
Xiana refused in response and stood up. She tightly hugged him, leaving him in shock, and pulled away.
