Zhao Ci smirked.
'No sale.'
'Who's going to be your little puppy dog?'
'So what?'
'A few sweet words and you expect me to be at your beck and call?'
'You've got to offer something more tangible than that, right?'
'Anyway, I've already made my move.'
'Now you can be the one to stew on it.'
...
「Wangshu Palace.」
Gu Xiangzhu leaned against the window frame, gazing up at the moon. Her expression was as calm as still water, but the iron ball in her slender hand was being mindlessly kneaded into all sorts of shapes.
Her worst fear had come to pass.
That boy... he already harbored a certain reverence for her, a kind of infatuation.
It was just that in her haste to succeed, the measures she'd taken seemed to have had little effect.
'I already told him I was hideous. How does he still not know some restraint?'
A situation like this was, of course, ideal for taming him.
But he was falling for it a little too quickly.
If this kept up...
