Su Qiao: "..." Just how much had he snatched from the Imperial Palace?
She picked up a chess piece from the small wooden box and examined it.
It really was top-grade mutton fat jade, and it had been crafted with exquisite care—small and delicate.
Kaitles saw how happy she looked and asked expectantly, "Are you in a good mood now?"
"Not bad." Su Qiao did not even look up as she carefully put the chess piece back where it had been.
Kaitles's eyes lit up. "Then can I go upstairs now?"
Su Qiao's hand paused as she closed the box lid, and the corner of her mouth twitched.
Without realizing it, she had fallen right into his trap.
Was this what they meant by being indebted to someone?
Although she felt a little stifled, Su Qiao kept her word. "You can enter the room, but only to sleep."
"Why?" Kaitles looked a little bewildered.
Now that they were going to sleep in the same room, shouldn't they do what people were supposed to do?
Why was it so difficult?
"Are you asking the ten-thousand-whys question? Why do you have so many questions?"
Did he have to get to the bottom of everything?
Couldn't he be a little more tactful?
Couldn't he show a little more restraint?
Su Qiao stopped paying attention to him and turned around, going upstairs with a series of thudding footsteps.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she seemed to remember something and turned back to look at the man still standing there blankly below.
"You're not allowed into the room until you've showered and cleaned yourself up."
That guy had slept in a coffin before. Who knew how long it had been since he last bathed?
And who knew whether he had any bad