“Please let me go.”
Bai Yu pressed the tip of her dagger against the base of the neck of a man who always tried to eat her tofu. Though she had not been able to evade his arm, she had used that as a chance to take out her self-defense dagger and point it at the spot on his nape, the place where she had learned from her former world that had a cluster of nerves there.
And Chu Zhaoran seemed to know that too because his hold seemed to have finally loosened.
“What is Wangye’s business with me?” She moved away, putting more distance between them to prevent the other person from trying to eat her tofu again. At the same time, her hands adjusted her clothes to better protect her body from his leering eyes.
“Benwang had come to spectate your competition. Congratulations, Yu-er.”
“Thank you, Your Highness.” Bai Yu slightly bowed her head. “But I am sure Wangye did not come here only to congratulate me.”
“Heh.” Chu Zhaoran laughed, still relaxed. “Benwang came to collect the debt.”