"Why... are you laughing?"
Ning Xue's smile died mid-smirk, stiffening into a twitch.
Yue snorted beside her, lips hiding a grin like a noble hiding a hickey. She whispered as she walked past, voice soft as silk but soaked in shade:
"You're the first to want him dead. You're just the cutest."
Gone... Like a ghost in high heels.
Wang Xiao cracked a grin too.
Of course.
He had daughters who lit cities on fire, daughters who poisoned soup out of boredom, daughters who'd stabbed each other over him.
But one trying to murder him?
Now that was new.
"Wipe that smile," Ning Xue snapped, cheeks puffed like dumplings moments from explosion. "Or I'll carve it into your skull."
She rose, goddess posture, murder in her pupils.
Wang Xiao didn't leave.
"Go ahead. Carve away." He tapped his forehead. "Plenty of space, be artistic."
No answer, just glare.
So he grabbed her hand, soft, hesitant, resisting.
Slap!
He patted her palm like a bored teacher dealing with a failing student.
