"Little lady, you might want to free that leg of yours. Third Young Master's thighs aren't your ordinary thighs, you know. They have an alligator's strength—mighty dangerous." Feiyu warns kindly.
Third Young Master isn't exactly a kind-hearted soul! Male or female, young or old, he's lacking in the compassion department.
"What nonsense! Alligator's thigh... as long and strong as this?" The little lady flatters aimlessly, "Daddy is a long-legged handsome man, a real heartthrob."
"Careful, kiddo... declaring random men as fathers is perilous." Third Young Master bends over laughing, with a finger lifting Ye Yi's little chin, and in a voice with an evil undertone, he says, "Indeed, I am no saint. I'm likely worse than the one who snatched you. Also, I never save anyone for free. Give me a compelling reason."
Ye Yi blinked at his uncompassionate words, her large eyes bulging in disbelief.
