Qian Renxue lowered her head slightly and secretly exerted herself, trying to break free of his grip.
"Reward? What kind of reward do you want?"
"Gold, silver, jewels, power, or status—as long as it isn't too excessive, I can give you anything."
"Sister!"
Su Yu tightened his arms, bringing them even closer together. His gaze burned with such intensity that it seemed liable to set her ablaze.
"Do you really not understand, or are you pretending not to?"
His gaze was far too direct. It fell upon her lips, filled with undisguised possessiveness.
Qian Renxue instantly understood what he meant. Her cheeks grew slightly warm, and her tone turned colder.
"Su Yu, stop fooling around! Xue Ye is still waiting for me at the palace. I don't have time to joke around with you."
She raised a hand and pushed against his chest, but her force was weak. Her eyes were filled with panic.
With a shameless grin, Su Yu hugged Qian Renxue and sat down with her in the Crown Prince's chair.
"If Sister doesn't know, then I don't know either. When will Sister be going to the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace?"
Qian Renxue was held even tighter. His clear, cool scent lingered beneath her nose, and the heat in her cheeks rose another degree.
She pushed at his arm with all her strength, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible panic.
"Su Yu, don't get carried away. There's still important business to handle."
Su Yu acted as though he hadn't heard her. Resting his chin in the hollow of her neck, he spoke in a slightly hoarse, deliberately petulant voice.
"How could important business be more important than Sister? As for Xue Ye, what's the harm in arriving a little late?"
His breath brushed against the side