Cat Deal

"You handle your own affairs... Why don't you tell them yourself?!"

"You're making a fifteen-hundred-year-old man act as your messenger, and you keep using that commanding tone without even saying 'please.' Have you considered the dignity of an Under the Moon Aristocrat? Do you have no respect for the traditional virtue of honoring the elderly anymore?!"

"Well, speaking of which... if I deliver the message for you, can I take your place?"

"Anyway, as you said, you won't have time later and can't go to Qingqiu Mansion... Since I'm helping, I might as well help all the way. I'll go over to the mansion and lend a hand for a while."

"If we happen to run into Beauty Su, do you need me to get her autograph for you? If so, where do you want it signed... Do you have a clean shirt or a new spellbook? A new notebook would work too."

"Hey, I'm helping you out here. Aren't you going to give me an answer?"

"We're dormmates, on the same hunting team, and know each other inside out. Do you really think I'd set you up? By the way, if I go in your place, will I need a guarantor? You'll vouch for me, right... Mutual benefit, you know."

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as consent..."

Standing before the wardrobe mirror, Dylan carefully polished the sharp fangs at the corners of his mouth with his small ivory-handled brush while chattering away at Zheng Qing in complaint. After the young publicly funded student had suddenly assigned him a task, he felt fully justified in grumbling like this.

Yet no matter how animatedly he spoke or how much spittle he sprayed, there was never the slightest response from behind the curtains surrounding Zheng Qing's six-poster bed. If