Listening to Mingshu's gibberish, Si Chu felt as if he vaguely understood something. He slowly squinted his eyes, staring at her from top to bottom, looking again and again, seeming not to expect that her little head harbored such grand aspirations.
After a while, his narrow eyes filled with a fog of darkness. He suddenly sneered, a hand pinching her chin, enunciating each word with deliberate slowness, "Finding me a little wife?"
If it had been anyone else, they would have detected the towering rage hidden beneath his calm tone, and would have been trembling, kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.
However, even under normal circumstances Mingshu might not have grasped it, let alone now with her sluggish brain and unclear consciousness.
She gazed up dumbly, her eyes like glass marbles, her thick and curled lashes quivering gently. Thinking of something, she happily curved her lips and extended a finger to block between them.
