Cixi burned with mortification. Her cheeks flushed beet red, and heat crept up to her ears. How could this despicable man casually talk about making love in front of people who were waiting to be executed? What had she done to deserve such a fate?
Her gaze faltered. She longed to look away, yet she could not bring herself to do so. Instead, her eyelashes fluttered rapidly as she struggled to maintain her composure, fighting the urge to hide her face behind her palms.
"I would prefer food cooked by you, Darling," Cixi forced the words out through clenched teeth. Then she looked around and smiled. "These are too messy for my taste."
Cassian raised one perfectly arched brow as he looked at her. "The greatest gift is determined by the giver, not the receiver, Fiancée."
"The concept of giving someone to make a person happy. Should you not gift me according to my likes?" Cixi asked.
"Of course, you should receive exactly what you desire, alongside what I wish to give you!" he replied.
