The young goose froze upon hearing those words, his delicately featured face contorting into a strange expression, torn between fear and frustration.
He didn't want to simply accept Qingyi's entry without making things at least a little difficult for him.
Struggling against the crushing weight in his chest and the brutal pressure of Bai Yunxi's murderous intent, he forced the words out of his tight throat.
"Y-young lady, I—"
"Do I need to repeat what I'll do to you if you don't get the hell out of my way?" Yunxi growled once more.
Finally, with clenched teeth and sweat trickling down his forehead, the young man took a shaky step to the side, making way for Yunxi.
"It's good that you know your place…" she said, a dark smile curving her lips. "But still, for delaying my future husband, you need a little punishment, don't you think?"
"What are you—?"
The young goose couldn't finish his sentence.
