Gan Yingying nodded slightly. Compared to glib, honeyed words, she preferred the Lord of Netherworld’s clumsy expressions of affection. This was the primary reason she had laughed just moments ago, an outburst that had successfully eased the tension in the room.
"I’ll let it slide this time, but don't let it happen again."
The Lord of Netherworld nodded quickly, eager to show he understood.
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