The blind girl found Zhao Changhe shamelessly claiming her arrangement as "fate" to flirt with Sisi, and his love talk was both goofy and awkward.
Actually, Zhao Changhe himself felt a bit regretful after saying that. Wasn't this making the blind girl seem like fate itself?
Ptui.
You wish you were above me.
However, stepping back from the blind girl's arrangement, it seemed indeed destined. At least, every time they ended up together in the bath, dragging her into the tub couldn't possibly be the blind girl's doing!
Sisi bit her lip and stared at him for a long time, muttering, "Aren't you letting go? You want to force me?"
Zhao Changhe released her slender wrist, and Sisi immediately raised the dagger in her hand as if to stab him.
Zhao Changhe glared.
"Saint Envoy! Saint Envoy?" A panicked voice of maids came from outside the door, "What's that noise?"
Someone pushed the door open and immediately stiffened, carefully retreating backwards.
