Tang Shu seemed very stubborn about this matter, re-emphasizing it to the person before her.
"I can really take care of myself, I'm not a child anymore."
After all, she was the Young Sect Master of the Tang Sect, who, at the age of fifteen, could make noble families and Jianghu Gangs tremble at the mere mention of her name—even capable of stopping babies' cries!
Jing Yu stared into her eyes, his smile deepening, and amiably agreed, "Mm, I believe."
"Really?"
"Really, haven't you always taken good care of yourself?"
Aside from not being good at cooking, her other skills were nearly maxed out.
Seeing that he really believed her, Tang Shu's mouth quirked up, revealing eight neat teeth as her bright eyes sparkled with starry lights under the illumination.
Jing Yu's gaze deepened, and the next moment, he turned his head away and tightened his grip on her right hand.
He must never let her touch red wine again.
"Want to play a game?"
"A game? Are there games to play here?"
