Sudden Onset of Illness

"What did Young Master Ye Ling mean by those last words?"

Seated aboard the flying vessel bound for Dragon Abyss City, Yu Shang grabbed An'an by the collar. "What exactly have you been spreading around?!"

An'an groaned inwardly. This kind of private horseplay and peeping, once Ye Ling had carelessly dragged it into the open, took on a whole different nature... it made her into a blabbermouth.

She had never meant to spread it everywhere. Otherwise, Mister would be angry too. It was precisely because she knew Mister would surely think Young Master Ye Ling was no big deal that she had told Ye Ling. But now that Yu Shang herself had grabbed her and demanded an answer, how could she answer...

After holding it in for ages, she could only say, "I merely told Young Master Ye Ling about Mister's preferences... Wasn't that true?"

Yu Shang snapped, "Preference my ass! If it were really a preference, why didn't he tie you up too?!"

An'an looked pitiful. "I-I was tied up too..."

Yu Shang froze, suddenly finding herself with nothing to say... More importantly, Qin Yi was frowning as he pondered something. She did not want to make a racket beside him and disturb his thoughts.

In truth, Yu Shang did not even know why An'an had come along, yet her husband had not refused her... She did not know whether those two had secretly gotten together or had some other tacit understanding. On the surface, her husband showed no particularly intimate ambiguity toward An'an. Instead, An'an stood behind him alongside Yu Shang like a little maidservant, the two of them like two shadows, one firm and one gentle.

Naturally, An'an and Qin Yi had an understanding. One wanted to follow, while the other felt that the team's healer would