Don't let your disciple use his whip on you
Ni Ni chimes in alarm. "Host, please remember that it's important that no one finds out that Host isn't the original! That could cause the free trial to be terminated."
Xi Zirui isn't going to choose now, of all times, to tell Han Yu he transmigrated from a different world to this one, so Ni Ni could have saved the alarm bells for another time.
He does need to come up with something. Anything.
The fierce look in Han Yu's eyes means business.
Tentatively, he lifts his palm off Xi Zirui's lips, but the grip of the whip around his neck remains, as does Han Yu's weight pinning him to the floor.
Xi Zirui isn't really complaining about either of those.
"Han Yu, it's me, it's your Shizun," Xi Zirui says, his voice raspy due to the tightness around his throat.
Some fleeting feeling flickers across Han Yu's eyes, and Xi Zirui finds he can breath easier, the grip of the whip around his neck having grown slacker.