Silu froze for a moment, her gaze falling on Lu Xiaoyou. Lu Xiaoyou sat beside Long Xiliang, her arms wrapped around the man's arm, leaning intimately against him. In this moment, she looked like an enchanting seductress capable of bewitching hearts.
Who would have thought that during Long Xiliang's illness, Lu Xiaoyou managed to whisper sweet nothings into his ear.
"Master Qi, your health is precious. If the fever becomes uncontrollable, I must take Lu Xiaoyou to Rhode Island!"
"But now she has cured my cold and fever symptoms."
The man's voice carried an irresistible authority. "Silu, according to the Long Family's rules, my woman is also your master."
Silu lowered her head, her lips trembling slightly.
The next moment, the man's voice landed in her ears, like a hammer striking her skull.
"You haven't served tea to your master yet."
