A flash of insight struck Su Yu. "And you're also the one who's been cutting me big pieces of roasted meat and calling me a delicate female for the past few days, aren't you?"
Yujing: "..."
His imposing air instantly deflated, and he admitted without conviction, "It was me."
Yujing's gaze deepened as he gripped Su Yu's hand, giving her no chance to pull away. "But I don't regret how I treated you that day. I only regret making you cry."
"After all, if I'd left it to that idiot Shengqing, it would've taken forever for you to figure out what was on his mind."
He sneered. "For all we know, by the time he finally got around to pursuing you, you would've just told him, 'I know you're a good beastman, but sorry, I don't like you.'"
Su Yu felt a little awkward.
Given her personality, she really might have done that.
