Benwang doesn’t count that as being a wife Part I
“Is Your Highness courting me again?” She said with an innocent look. The other person remained silent, his long fingers that were holding her hand were raised to her forehead…before flicking it without hesitation.
Snap!
“Ouch!”
Ouyang Feilong held back the most he could.
Bai Yu held her forehead as she glared at him. “Can’t you—”
“Treat a beauty more gently,” Ouyang Feilong smilingly said. “Benwang is tired of hearing it.”
“Then be more gentle.”
“You’re not—”
“Not a beauty.” Bai Yu pouted. “I’m tired of hearing that as well.”
“Do you want to hear other words too? Benwang has many words that can define you.”
She knew that those words would surely include ‘fool’ or ‘ugly’, or ‘deceitful lady’.
“I may not be a beauty, but at least my embroidery skill is better than this!” Changing the subject was the key to win an argument. Bai Yu held the handkerchief up, showing the handiwork to the craftsman.