Her fingers hooked under Lu Jiu's chin, pulling open his shirt.
Several scars crisscrossed across his chest.
Her slender, fair fingers traced along those scars, adding to his pain, yet he remained motionless, letting her toy with him.
"These scars aren't pretty," she seemed to regret, "People in the palace really are clumsy."
As she spoke, she tore off a scab.
"The new flesh should grow together to look nice. Ah, this is where the heart is, does it hurt?"
Lu Jiu: "No, it doesn't."
She squatted in front of him despite her status, poking her fingers into the wound, coquettishly asking, "What if I gouge your heart out?"
He had no way to answer that.
"Such a blockhead, how could I gouge your heart out," Song Zhuozhi raised his chin lightly, staring directly at him, "You promised to always put me first, right?"
"Yes. Lu Jiu is always the most loyal Shadow Guard to the Miss."
