"This little jealous jar." Song Xiaodong gently scratched Qingluan's nose.
Qingluan glared and said, "Don't talk to me in that tone."
"What's wrong?" Song Xiaodong looked at Qingluan in confusion.
"I...I just don't like you talking to me in that pampering tone. I'm a Princess of the Dark Night Sect. Do I need you to pamper me? We're enemies, I'm supposed to kill you."
Song Xiaodong smiled and said, "Alright, alright, then you pamper me instead."
Qingluan blinked and said, "What you said makes some sense. Right now, I don't want to kill you, I just want to play with you. So me pampering you is more fitting. When I get tired of playing, I'll kill you."
Song Xiaodong found it amusing how awkward Qingluan was, but didn't expose her, and said in a fawning tone, "Alright, alright, I hope you never grow tired of it."
