The next morning, Bai Yu walked out of the Crown Prince's Mansion looking refreshed, muttering to himself as he went:
"Hehe, Little Angel is pretty competitive, but what a shame. I'm the one on the offensive. Doesn't she know that a defense maintained too long is bound to fail?"
Before Bai Yu could finish, Ah Yin's voice sounded by his ear, dripping with disdain:
"Aren't you afraid she'll turn you into a eunuch? You really are bold enough to let lust cloud your judgment. That girl called Qian Renxue said that if you dared betray her, she'd castrate you!"
The corner of Bai Yu's mouth twitched. Then he waved a hand, speaking with an unconcerned look.
"Not a big problem. I'll just coax her more when the time comes. Women are always tough-mouthed but soft-hearted. She's already mine—what can she possibly do?"
Ah Yin extended a blade of grass and wrapped it around Bai Yu's waist, serving as a belt.
"Heh, whoever's tough-mouthed knows it in their heart. That girl seems like someone with ideas of her own. She's Angel Douluo's granddaughter, right? When her grandfather finds out, let's see what you do!"
Hearing Ah Yin gloat, Bai Yu chuckled and said blandly:
"Hehe, you've got that wrong. Even if Little Angel really wants to settle the score with me, she won't ask Old Man Qian for help. She'll only think of a way herself. More than anything, she cares about saving face!"
"Besides, you've already guessed that I'm from Spirit Hall. Why aren't you hurrying to absorb that Spirit Bone of yours, restore your strength, and get revenge? You still have time to come out and provoke me?"
Ah Yin's grass blade tightened. After a while, she spoke with slight confusion in her tone.
"Revenge? I do want revenge!