Before Rory could even refuse, she felt a warm breath brush against her ear.
At some point, Lian had moved closer from behind her.
Lowering his head slightly, the man whose beauty seemed almost otherworldly leaned in until his cool, elegant face was just beside her ear.
Then he asked softly,
"Female Master... are you planning to trade me for those crooked melons and cracked dates standing behind her?"
His voice carried a faint trace of grievance, mixed with unmistakable teasing affection.
Warm breath swept across the sensitive curve of Rory's ear as he added,
"If you really trade me away, I'll never speak to you again."
As expected of a fox spirit.
His ability to charm people was practically unfair.
Rory shot him a speechless look before turning back to the beautiful woman in front of her.
"I'm not interested in exchanging partners."
Her tone was firm.
"And if you don't leave now, I'll have my partners escort you away."
Disappointment flashed across the woman's face.
