Chen Li: Let me show everyone how to woo the Winter Queen in three minutes! 1W2 (Continued)

It was only a few minutes either way, so he might as well let it be.

"Then why didn't you strike back at me immediately? Since you knew I was the enemy, why did you still do that? You clearly had the chance." Morgan's voice rose, carrying a trace of incomprehensible anger.

"I said it from the beginning. The kings of the seven Lostbelts and their inhabitants aren't enemies in the strictest sense. We simply stand on different sides. Since we had a chance to communicate like this, why not cherish it?"

Chen Li sighed and looked at Morgan's face, faintly flushed with agitation.

"Ha... so you really didn't remember what I told you... Your naivety and boundless mercy will get you killed someday!" Morgan laughed in fury.

Morgan was very angry now, and she planned to vent some of it on Chen Li later.

"I remembered. I really did. I'm just confident that you can't hurt me." Seeing that Morgan was genuinely angry over this, Chen Li hurriedly tried to soothe her.

"You... are provoking me." Morgan raised a brow, and some of her anger faded.

"No, I'm just stating the truth. Let's put it this way: if you can make even one hair fall from my head, I'll take your surname!"

In the context of Chinese culture, that phrase usually meant, "That's absolutely impossible," or, "If it happens, I'll admit defeat."

Morgan understood it that way at first—she thought he meant he would never deliberately hurt her.

But then, aided by the straightforward values of Britain's fairies, her train of thought veered in another direction.

Taking your surname = bearing your family name = becoming your family = husband.

The anger in Morgan's eyes instantly vanished, replaced by a delight... like that of a hunter watching prey jump