Mo Shu’s gaze was honest as he looked at Ji Bei’s completely naked form, devoid of the shyness a girl should have.
It was Ji Nan who knew to avert her gaze.
What made Yu Siqiao take greater notice was this person’s slow, nonchalant movements, as if oblivious to everyone around.
He completely disregarded the presence of Mo Shu and Ji Nan, two girls?!
Yu Siqiao’s face grew even darker.
Mo Shu quickly stepped forward and said, "What are you thinking? This is the slave I bought at the cruise auction before, you know about it, don’t you remember?"
How could he not remember!
Back then, this person was dirty and unkempt, but a good physique and looks were undeniable.
Now that he was cleaned up, Yu Siqiao felt an even stronger sense of crisis.
Although still inferior compared to him, Mo Shu could even lay hands on those from the Baima Mansion, not to mention how much stronger this person was than those nobles!
Thinking this, Yu Siqiao took another cold look at Mo Shu and said, "So? Are you having a face-to-face naked chat here with him?"
Mo Shu paused for a moment, then with a grin, deliberately said, "Not at all, clearly he’s the only one naked."
Yu Siqiao’s face turned grim, "Do you also want to be naked?"
Mo Shu laughed and leaned toward him, cradling his face to soothe him, "Come on now, Ji Bei is just my bodyguard, he’s not very bright, only about as intelligent as a twelve-year-old child, and besides, he’s still wearing pants, isn’t he?"
Yu Siqiao scoffed, "You call that pants?"
"Aren’t underwear pants?" Mo Shu rubbed his face, "You’re getting angry over this? Petty!"
Seeing him purse his lips and fall silent, Mo Shu called out, "Ji Bei."
The voice was flat, cold, with a touch of huskiness.
Mo Shu: "This is my man, Yu Siqiao, remember him."
Ji Bei: "Yes, then Princess, how should I address him?"
"You can call him..." Mo Shu pondered for a moment, "What should you call him?"
Ji Nan: "Mr. Mo, or Prince Consort Mo."
Mo Shu blinked in surprise, amused, "What sort of mess is that?"
Yu Siqiao, however, spoke up: "I think it’s not bad."
His voice was indifferent, as if casually spoken, "Something casual will do."
Mo Shu: "Then just call him Young Master Yu."
Yu Siqiao snorted lightly: "So cliche."
Mo Shu: "Then what do you suggest?"
"Then let’s go with Young Master Yu!"
Yu Siqiao frowned deeply, dissatisfied, "Can’t you come up with something more original?"
Holding back a laugh, Mo Shu asked, "How about... Prince Consort Mo? Prince Consort?"
Yu Siqiao turned his head aside, "Whatever."
Mo Shu quietly laughed and told Ji Bei, "Then just call him Mr. Mo, that’s somewhat normal."
Yu Siqiao felt relieved and looked at Ji Bei with a critical eye, "Your name is Ji Bei?"
"What can you do?" Read complete version only at novｅlfire.net
With his head bowed and eyes respectful, Ji Bei replied, "I can kill."
Yu Siqiao had anticipated this response.
After all, he was someone auctioned in that kind of setting; with his skin tone, physique, and temperament, it was clear he was someone who had licked blood off the blade’s edge.
Yu Siqiao sneered: "In this era, killing is not allowed, so you’re saying you’re utterly useless?"
Ji Bei was taken aback and looked at Mo Shu for guidance.
Mo Shu nudged Yu Siqiao and said, "Ji Bei isn’t smart, don’t joke with him."