Xiao Chen gently brushed her tangled hair away, then softly blew a breath into her ear, saying, "Alright then, if you want to kill me, allow your knights to come in and attack me; let them witness how the chaste Saintess behaves in the arms of a dangerous man."
"You..."
"Shout it out."
"You bastard." Zhao Lin'er was extremely angry, not with someone else, but rather with herself. Why did she try to win this guy over? It would have been easier to simply kill him.
Xiao Chen knew when it was time to stop provoking her; if he continued his insolence, Zhao Lin'er might do something drastic.
He was convinced that Zhao Lin'er wouldn't turn on him; otherwise, she wouldn't have met him alone.
"Hehe, your highness the noble Saintess, please stand."
Zhao Lin'er stood up abruptly, quickly adjusted her clothes, retreated to the door, and then shouted, "Come here!"
