Mirel looked pitiful: "I really know I was wrong."
"It's good you know you're wrong." Li Zheng sat by the egg-shell bed, looked around and found no chair, so he simply let Mirel continue standing: "Just right, I have some questions to ask you."
Mirel came over, squatted by his leg, and gently tapped his leg: "Ask away."
Li Zheng felt a bit uneasy and stopped her: "You're not my servant, there's no need to do this, and you are not allowed to in the future!"
"Oh." Mirel got up conveniently and sat down beside him, her left hand unconsciously resting on Li Zheng's leg.
Li Zheng frowned, pushed her hand away, and moved over a seat.
Mirel followed along, also moving one seat over, continuing to stick close to Li Zheng: "Aren't you going to ask questions?"
"..." Li Zheng stood up from the egg-shell bed: "Why are you always sticking to me?"
Mirel's face was full of innocence: "You used to hold me and sleep together, now I'm just sitting close to you, why are you so disgusted by me?"
