Nian Xia gently shook the round fan in her hand, her enchanting and seductive face always wore a bewitching smile, her fingers like young green onions softly tapped You Ying's sturdy and broad chest.
"You Ying, how long have you been with me?" she leaned down and asked by his ear.
You Ying's breath slightly hitched, as Nian Xia was too close, her whisper seemed to brush against the edge of his lips, the scent of sandalwood lip balm almost imprinting on his chin.
You Ying suddenly closed his eyes, knelt on one knee, and solemnly said: "Six years and twenty-three days."
Nian Xia was surprised that he remembered so clearly, and said, "You really remember well, six years, that's really quite a long time."
"It was you, Market Master, who gave your subordinate a meal, and you, Master, who saved your subordinate's life. My life is yours, and the Master's, I will never forget that for the rest of my life."
