Qin Zhao snorted, "What are you like, do I not already know? Why hold so tight, first let me go."
He didn't let go, instead he persistently said, "You can't not want me."
"What do I want you for?"
"I can cook, make money, save people; I'm very useful to you."
Chu Yan fell silent for a moment, then added, "Also can fight, have eight-pack abs, can help you warm the bed."
Qin Zhao: "...."
She pushed him away forcefully, darkening her expression, "You could have kept that last part to yourself."
Chu Yan pursed his lips and continued to ask, "So do you want me or not?"
"No!"
Qin Zhao turned her head and walked away, he hurriedly followed.
Outside in the garden, once Qin Zhao and Chu Yan had left, the mocking expression on Xu Biqing's face disappeared, replaced by a hint of worry.
She stepped into the expensive cluster of bellflowers, damaging quite a few blooms.
But she didn't care, clearly not placing much importance on the garden.
