Jinghong stepped forward with the flagon and filled the cup for Su Muge, but she didn’t sit down.

“My Lord, would you like to hear me sing or watch me dance?”

Su Muge reached out and grabbed her wrist, forcing her to sit down beside her.

“Ah!”

“My Lord, what are you doing!?”

Jinghong was stronger than Su Muge had expected, but she didn’t get rid of Su Muge’s hand after all.

“My Lord, I’m ...