Xiao Yu was taken aback for a moment, and it took her a while to realize what he was forbidding. Seeing him glaring at her fiercely, she said discontentedly, "Young Master Gong, you shouldn't be so selfish. If you don't like it, but still occupy it, it's no different from hogging a toilet..."
Before finishing her sentence, she suddenly realized that comparing herself to a toilet was quite degrading, so she swallowed the remainder of her words.
"Anyway, once the contract is up, we'll go our separate ways. Maybe we won't even have to wait that long, as your marriage to The Queen is imminent. Once you become the Royal Consort, the entire nation will be watching your every move, and it won't be appropriate to maintain this clandestine relationship with me."
Gong Ting's face grew increasingly grim, wishing he could stuff a smelly sock in her mouth. Last night, she had still been enjoying herself beneath him, and today she could say such things with a straight face.
