"And what about you?"
The Duke leaned in, his golden, vertical pupils drawing near. Yu Zhizhi's body instantly went rigid.
This wasn't the first time they had been this close.
But tonight, the Duke was much colder than usual.
Despite the smile that still lingered on his face.
"That delicate skin of yours... how many lashes can it take?"
HISS—
As if to punctuate the Duke's words, the black snake on his shoulder flicked its tongue.
Yu Zhizhi raised her hands and gently clasped the Duke's wrist. A trace of panic, mixed with a hint of grievance, appeared in her clear eyes.
The young female of the Rabbit Clan was adept at using that innocent face of hers to coax and please others.
The Duke slightly loosened his fingers, allowing her to pull his hand toward her and press her cheek against his palm.
She blinked her eyes, her voice soft and faint. "I'm hungry..."
The young female was trying to act cute.
