Yu Zhizhi was in the middle of treating the Little White Snake's injuries. When she heard the Duke's long speech, her hands stopped. "...Huh?"
'Ask His Majesty the King to grant us a marriage?'
The Duke's serpentine eyes were dark and profound. "Are you that impatient?"
In its sleep, Little Amon seemed to feel a warm touch and gently rested its head against her.
Yu Zhizhi gently stroked it a few times and tucked the small blanket around it.
"I... I never thought about it..." she said softly.
Yu Zhizhi stood up. Not wanting to wake the Little White Snake, she tiptoed toward the exit.
As she passed the Duke, he suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Answer my question." The Duke's figure completely overshadowed her, leaving her no escape. "Do you, or do you not, want him as your Beast Husband?"
The doorway of the small room opened into the sitting room. The only dim light seemed to be coming from very far away.
