"Both," Rory answered truthfully.
In truth, Rory knew that Vincent and the others might already know about Wen's strength and secrets. But she hadn't asked them. Since this was a game between her and Wen, she naturally had to guess it all on her own.
Rory looked at Wen, her tone domineering. "Just say it—do you agree or not?"
"Since you've asked, how could I ever refuse?" Wen pressed a light kiss to the corner of Rory's lips. "Rest assured, if my intervention is needed, I will certainly step in. However, I also have one condition."
"You dare negotiate conditions with me?" Rory narrowed her eyes, giving him a dangerous look.
Wen wasn't afraid in the slightest. He chuckled and said, "It's a tiny condition—the Female Master will definitely agree to it."
Having said that, he raised his hand, and a light blue dress crafted from shark-silk appeared in his palm. "I want the Female Master to wear this dress, which I made with my own hands, today."
