The manager had prepared a late-night snack. Song Lianhe hadn't eaten much for dinner, and now that the weight on her mind was gone, her stomach happily began to growl.
"Your Highness, come on, let's go eat."
Zhou Cangyan found her amusing. "You certainly make yourself comfortable here in my mansion."
"Of course! And whose fault is that? You're the one who spoils me!"
The moment the words left her mouth, she cursed herself.
'I really got carried away. Can I just say whatever I want?'
She quickly scrambled to backtrack. "No, Your Highness, that's not what I meant... I meant that you are so magnanimous and kind. I feel a warmth here, like I'm with family, so I couldn't help but get a little carried away."
Zhou Cangyan eyed her with a ghost of a smile. "So, you're saying your impudence is my fault for spoiling you?"
"No, no, no! Of course not! I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare..."
He suddenly asked, "You don't mean it, or you don't dare?"
