Dinner in the Inner Sanctum was usually a very quiet and elegant affair, but tonight, Yue Yue was a total mess.
Her mind was racing with thoughts of egg-laying, Han Soi's absence, and the one-week deadline.
She was so distracted that her spoon kept slipping.
Clink...
Clink...
Bits of expensive temple soup splashed onto the pristine table.
Feng Yanshen, who was a total neat freak, watched the mess with a growing frown. His patience for clumsy behavior was zero.
Finally, he slammed his spoon onto his porcelain plate with a loud thud.
Yue Yue almost jumped out of her skin. She froze, a piece of vegetable hanging off her spoon.
"Come here," Feng Yanshen commanded in a cold and stern voice.
Having spent the last week being trained like a puppy by this man, Yue Yue's body moved before her brain could even process the fear.
She stood up and walked over to him, standing in front of his chair with big, blinking eyes. "Yes, High Priest?"
