The youth's face turned slightly indignant upon hearing the words.
Here we go again.
He shrugged off Alei's hand, radiating an air of gloom as he walked back reluctantly.
Passing through the extended corridor, the light from the living room spilled onto the steps at the doorway, casting mottled shadows.
Suddenly, the youth halted, a flicker of resistance in his eyes.
"Young Master, the lady is inside."
From behind, Alei offered a reminder, only to receive a cold look from the youth.
"No need for your reminder, I know."
He dragged his feet into the living room, where the scent of rose tea filled the air, a fragrance he found particularly detestable.
"What, tired of hiding in corners?"
A gentle voice came through, tinted with a hint of displeasure.
The woman sat on the sofa, her beautifully curved figure outlined by a custom-made cheongsam, her posture erect, exuding aristocracy and grace with every move.
