"Beautiful ladies as a delicacy?" Yase looked at her, a deep meaning flashing in his eyes, "That's not a bad idea."
Sally appeared to be immersed in eating and drinking, but she was also being attentive. Noticing something odd in his gaze, slender fingertips tapped the tabletop, "What idea?"
"Using beautiful ladies as ingredients to make a delicacy, would Yanyan like that?" Yase's smile took on a hint of wicked allure.
Sally took another bite of the crisp green vegetables, "I like beautiful ladies lying beneath me, cooing 'Lord Wife,' not being made into a meal."
Yase was taken aback, "Yanyan isn't interested in eating?"
"The old me, did she tell you that?" Sally sipped her wine, "She was a boozer. If you trusted her, don't look for the current me."
"Yanyan has changed." Yase, holding a knife to process fish, blood on his fingertips, took off the glasses on his nose.
