A pair of limpid, almond-shaped eyes now burned with hurt and anger as they glared at the composed man on the stone stool.
She looked less like an enraged tigress and more like a Persian cat whose master had teased her one time too many. At last she had bared her claws, yet still didn't dare scratch him.
Fierce on the outside, timid within—and utterly endearing.
Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes.
He wasn't angered by Gan Baobao's "insolence." On the contrary, he found her rare, bristling mood quite entertaining.
He leisurely straightened up, letting his gaze wander over her puffed-up, fair and jade-like face.
At last, a teasing smile curled his lips.
"Oh?"
He drew out the word, his tone full of amusement.
"You've run out of patience already? I thought you'd have a little more staying power."
"With self-control like that, you still want to learn a profound martial art like mine?"
His words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Gan Baobao's anger. She calmed down at once, but felt even more aggrieved.
"I... How am I impatient?"
She stubbornly lifted her chin in protest, though her voice had grown noticeably weaker.
"It's been several days! I've done everything you asked. Whatever you told me to do, I did."
"But you... you're just making a fool of me! I don't think you ever meant to teach me at all!"
By the end, her eyes had reddened, and the tip of her nose stung.
These past few days, she had set aside all her pride and dignity and served him like a real maid, all for the promise that he would "keep her safe."
Yet he kept putting it off, repeatedly teasing and toying with her through his suggestive behavior. It made her feel like a