Yan Xiu had just finished feeding the little concubine a piece of pastry when he noticed the peculiar look in her eyes.
"What is it?" Yan Xiu asked, puzzled.
Li Yuyu let out a "hiss," moved slightly on Yan Xiu's lap, and pointed to the clothes she wore: "Mr. Xiu, I'm wearing men's clothes."
Yan Xiu raised an eyebrow, as if asking: So?
"Don't you think it's a bit strange, you know, doing this?" Li Yuyu tried to hint to Yan Xiu.
Strange?
Yan Xiu stared at Li Yuyu for a long time, and suddenly he understood. His face showed a myriad of expressions because he truly didn't know how to react to the little concubine he held.
After a while, he exhaled heavily, teeth clenched: "Does my beloved concubine think that by changing into men's clothes and titles, you cease to be female, cease to be my concubine?!"
Li Yuyu: "…no, I don't, don't talk nonsense."
She would never admit to having such thoughts!
Yan Xiu: ...
