Mingshu eyed the person in front of her, noticing the urgency in his eyes. She crossed her arms and leaned against the door, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, and said with a smiling gaze, "Oh, what's the hurry? Take it easy, I need to get used to this first..."
Liao Yuan's forehead throbbed with a popping vein. What else was there to get used to?
"Oh, my lady, you're really too laid-back! Didn't you see how Wen Su treated you oh-so specially in front of the goddess today? It's eight or nine out of ten that the goddess has set her sights on you. If you don't make a move, you'll be devoured to the point where not even bones are left!"
Mingshu's eyes widened with surprise, "Really? I thought the goddess seemed quite nice. She even chose such a nice room for me, was worried that I might find it hard to adapt here and even told me to treat this as my own home..."
