"Pay me?" Xie Jingxing said indifferently, "The Shen family offered ten thousand taels of gold for your whereabouts, but I didn't care. There's a lot of money in the treasury of the Daliang Dynasty. What can you pay me with?"
Shen Miao gritted her teeth. "As long as you don't ask me to marry you, everything is fine."
Xie Jingxing raised his eyebrows at her and sighed. "So that's what's on your mind? Are you reminding me of the fact that you want to marry me? Women have to be reserved. It's not good for you to be like this."
Shen Miao looked away.
"Forget it." Xie Jingxing said, "Saving someone is just a small matter to me. I won't make things difficult for you. What I want is simple." He stared at Shen Miao and said with a faint smile, "Writing poetry, playing the Guqin, making pastries and clothes for me. That's all for now."
Shen Miao was speechless.
She said, "Change to something else."
